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2 In the tyme of my trouble I sought the Lorde: my hande all the nyght catched & ceassed not, my soule refused comfort. 3 I called to remembraunce God, and I was disquieted: I conferred with my selfe, and my spirite was wrapped in pensiuenesse. Selah. 4 Thou dydst kepe the watche of mine eies: I was amased & coulde not speake. Psalms 77:2-4, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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