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Open your ears, God, to my prayer; don't pretend you don't hear me knocking.
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Come close and whisper your answer. I really need you.
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at the mean voice, quail before the evil eye, As they pile on the guilt, stockpile angry slander.
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My insides are turned inside out; specters of death have me down.
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I shake with fear, I shudder from head to foot.
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"Who will give me wings," I ask - "wings like a dove?" Get me out of here on dove wings;
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I want some peace and quiet. I want a walk in the country,
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I want a cabin in the woods. I'm desperate for a change from rage and stormy weather.
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Come down hard, Lord - slit their tongues. I'm appalled how they've split the city Into rival gangs prowling the alleys
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Day and night spoiling for a fight, trash piled in the streets,
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Even shopkeepers gouging and cheating in broad daylight.