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14 Like a crane or a swallow, so I twitter;
    I mourn as a dove;
my eyes look wistfully upward.
    O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me.

15 What shall I say?
    For He has spoken to me, and He Himself has done it.
I shall wander about 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;
O restore me to health
    and make me live!

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