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I looked on my right hand, and beheld,
but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me;
no man cared for my soul.
I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said,
Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low:
deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

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