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I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works;
I muse on the work of thy hands.
I stretch forth my hands unto thee:
my soul thirsteth after thee, as a thirsty land. Selah.

Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me,
lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

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