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Deep calls to deep
    at the thunder of your torrents;
all your waves and your billows
    have gone over me.(A)
By day the Lord commands his steadfast love,
    and at night his song is with me,
    a prayer to the God of my life.(B)

I say to God, my rock,
    “Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I walk about mournfully
    because the enemy oppresses me?”(C)

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