My (A)eye grows dim from misery;
I have (B)called upon You every day, Lord;
I have (C)spread out my [a]hands to You.

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Notas al pie

  1. Psalm 88:9 Lit palms

    my eyes(A) are dim with grief.

I call(B) to you, Lord, every day;
    I spread out my hands(C) to you.

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