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14 Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter:
I did mourn as a dove:
mine eyes fail with looking upward:
O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.
15 What shall I say?
he hath both spoken unto me, and himself hath done it:
I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.
16 O Lord, by these things men live,
and in all these things is the life of my spirit:
so wilt thou recover me, and make me to live.

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