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When my spirit grows faint within me,
You know my path.
In the way where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.
Look at my right hand and see,
for no one cares about me.
I have no refuge—
no one cares for my soul.
I have cried out to You, Adonai.
I said: “You are my refuge,
    my portion in the land of the living.”

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