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“Remember that my life is a breath;
    my eye will never again see good.(A)

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Remember that you fashioned me like clay,
    and will you turn me to dust again?(A)

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14 “A mortal, born of woman, few of days and full of trouble,(A)

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You have made my days a few handbreadths,
    and my lifetime is as nothing in your sight.
Surely everyone stands as a mere breath. Selah(A)

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