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I remember the days of old;
    I think about all your deeds;
    I meditate on the works of your hands.(A)
I stretch out my hands to you;
    my soul thirsts for you like a parched land. Selah(B)

Answer me quickly, O Lord;
    my spirit fails.
Do not hide your face from me,
    or I shall be like those who go down to the Pit.(C)

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