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Do not conceal your face[a] from my sight
    in the time of my distress.
Incline your ear to me;
    on the day when I call out to you, answer me speedily.
For my days are fading away like smoke,
    and my bones are burning like live coals.
My heart[b] is stricken, withered like grass;
    I am too exhausted to eat my bread.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 102:3 Conceal your face: see note on Ps 13:2.
  2. Psalm 102:5 Heart: see note on Ps 4:8. Withered like grass: see note on Ps 90:5.