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In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.

I remember God, and make a noise, I meditate, and feeble is my spirit. Selah.

Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.

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