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Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd'stent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
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Behold, for peace I had great bitterness*: but thou hast in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption: for thou hast cast all my sinsbehind thy back.