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Deep calls to deep
    at the thunder of thy cataracts;
all thy waves and thy billows
    have gone over me.
By day the Lord commands his steadfast love;
    and at night his song is with me,
    a prayer to the God of my life.

I say to God, my rock:
    “Why hast thou forgotten me?
Why go I mourning
    because of the oppression of the enemy?”

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