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22 Thou liftest me up to the ruach; Thou causest me to drive along, and vanish in the roaring of the storm.

23 For I know that Thou wilt bring me down to mavet, to the bais mo’ed l’khol chai.

24 Yet will not one stretch out his yad in a heap of ruin, or cry out for help in his disaster.

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22 You snatch me up and drive me before the wind;(A)
    you toss me about in the storm.(B)
23 I know you will bring me down to death,(C)
    to the place appointed for all the living.(D)

24 “Surely no one lays a hand on a broken man(E)
    when he cries for help in his distress.(F)

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