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I remember the days of long ago;
I meditate on all your doings.[a]
I muse on the labor of your hands.
I stretch out my hands to you;
my soul longs for you like a dry land. Selah
Quickly answer me, O Yahweh;
my spirit fails.
Do not hide your face from me,
or I will become
like those descending to the pit.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 143:5 Hebrew “doing”