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But unto thee have I cried, O Lord; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent thee (88:13) Lord, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me (88:14) I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted (88:15) Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off (88:16) They came round about me daily like water; they compassed me about together (88:17) Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness
(88:18)
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