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14 Like a horse or a crane, so I chirp;
    I moan like a dove.
My eyes are weak toward the height.
    Lord, I have oppression; lend me support!
15 What can I say? For[a] he has spoken to me,
    and he himself has done it.
I will walk slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
16 Lord, they live by them, and the life of my spirit belongs to all among them.
And restore me to health and keep me alive!

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  1. Isaiah 38:15 Or “And”