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I remember the days of old;
I meditate on all that You have done;
I ponder the work of Your hands.

I reach out my hands to You;
My throat thirsts for You, as a parched land [thirsts for water]. Selah.


Answer me quickly, O Lord, my spirit fails;
Do not hide Your face from me,
Or I will become like those who go down into the pit (grave).

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