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Turn toward me, Adonai, deliver my soul!
Save me—because of Your mercy.
For there is no memory of You in death,
in Sheol who will praise You?
I am worn out with my groaning.
Every night I make my bed swim,
drenching my pillow with my tears.

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Among the dead no one proclaims your name.
    Who praises you from the grave?(A)

I am worn out(B) from my groaning.(C)

All night long I flood my bed with weeping(D)
    and drench my couch with tears.(E)
My eyes grow weak(F) with sorrow;
    they fail because of all my foes.

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