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1 A Prayer of one afflicted, when he grows weak and pours out his complaint before YHWH. O YHWH, may You hear my prayer and may my cry come to You! 2 Do not hide Your face from me, in the day of distress for me! Incline to me Your ear; on the day that I call may You hurry and answer me! 3 For my days come to an end like smoke, and my bones like a burning wick have been charred. 4 My heart has been struck like the grass and has withered, so that I forget to eat my bread. 5 From the voice of my groaning, my bone has clung to my flesh. 6 I am like a vulture of the desert; I have become like an owl of the wasteland. 7 I stay awake, and I am like a bird alone on the housetop. Psalms 102:1-7, Berean Literal Bible. Public domain.
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