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Let my prayer come before thee, incline thy ear to my cry!
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For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.
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I am reckoned among those who go down to the Pit; I am a man who has no strength,
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like one forsaken among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, like those whom thou dost remember no more, for they are cut off from thy hand.
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Thou hast put me in the depths of the Pit, in the regions dark and deep.
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Thy wrath lies heavy upon me, and thou dost overwhelm me with all thy waves. [Selah]
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Thou hast caused my companions to shun me; thou hast made me a thing of horror to them. I am shut in so that I cannot escape;
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my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon thee, O LORD; I spread out my hands to thee.
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Dost thou work wonders for the dead? Do the shades rise up to praise thee? [Selah]
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Is thy steadfast love declared in the grave, or thy faithfulness in Abaddon?
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Are thy wonders known in the darkness, or thy saving help in the land of forgetfulness?