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I remember the days of old.
I meditate on all You have done.
I ponder the work of Your hands.
I spread forth my hands to You.
My soul longs for You as a parched land. Selah
Answer me speedily, Adonai—my spirit fails.
Hide not Your face from me,
lest I become like those who go down into the Pit.

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