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Surely every man walketh in a vain shew:
surely they are disquieted in vain:
he heapeth up riches,
and knoweth not who shall gather them.

And now, Lord, what wait I for?
my hope is in thee.
Deliver me from all my transgressions:
make me not the reproach of the foolish.

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“Surely everyone goes around(A) like a mere phantom;(B)
    in vain they rush about,(C) heaping up wealth(D)
    without knowing whose it will finally be.(E)

“But now, Lord, what do I look for?
    My hope is in you.(F)
Save me(G) from all my transgressions;(H)
    do not make me the scorn(I) of fools.

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