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O Lord, what is man that you even notice him? Why bother at all with the human race?[a] For man is but a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

Bend down the heavens, Lord, and come. The mountains smoke beneath your touch.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 144:3 Why bother at all with the human race? literally, “Or the son of man that you take account of him?”

Lord, what are human beings(A) that you care for them,
    mere mortals that you think of them?
They are like a breath;(B)
    their days are like a fleeting shadow.(C)

Part your heavens,(D) Lord, and come down;(E)
    touch the mountains, so that they smoke.(F)

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