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The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me.

In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.(A)

Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because he was wroth.(B)

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