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O Eternal One, what is man, that You even care to know him?
    or the son of man, that You are mindful of him?
Humans are like a passing breath;
    their time on earth is like a shadow that passes over us during the day and soon is gone.

Eternal One, stretch out an opening in the heavens, and descend.
    Touch the mountains, and make them smoke.

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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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