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has failed from among my kindred: I have parted with the remainder of my life: it has gone forth and departed from me, as one that having pitched a tent takes it down : my breath was with me as a weaver's web, when she that weaves draws nigh to cut off thread.
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In that day I was given up as to a lion until the morning: so has he broken all my bones: for I was so given up from day to night.
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As a swallow, so will I cry, and as a dove, so do I mourn: for mine eyes have failed with looking to the height of heaven to the Lord, who has delivered me, and removed the sorrow of my soul.
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, O Lord, for it was told thee concerning this; and thou hast revived my breath; and I am comforted, and live.