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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.”
Listen to my cry,
    for I am brought very low.
Rescue me from my persecutors,
    for they are too strong for me.

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