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I remember the days of old;
    I ponder all your deeds;
    the works of your hands I recall.(A)
I stretch out my hands toward you,
    my soul to you like a parched land.(B)
Selah
Hasten to answer me, Lord;
    for my spirit fails me.
Do not hide your face from me,
    lest I become like those descending to the pit.(C)

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