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Why art thou cast down, my soul, and art disquieted in me? hope in God; for I shall yet praise him, [for] the health of his countenance.

My God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore do I remember thee from the land of the Jordan, and the Hermons, from mount Mizar.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy cataracts; all thy breakers and thy billows are gone over me.

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