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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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