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As a result, my spirit is desolate within me,
    and my mind within me is appalled.

I remember the former times,
    meditating on everything you have done.
        I think about the work[a] of your hands.
I stretch out my hands toward you,
    longing for you like a parched land.
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  1. Psalm 143:5 So MT; LXX DSS 11QPsa read works