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You hold my eyelids open—
I am so troubled—I cannot speak.
I ponder the days of old,
the years long ago.
In the night I remember my song.
I meditate with my heart
and my spirit is searching.

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I thought about the former days,(A)
    the years of long ago;
I remembered my songs in the night.
    My heart meditated and my spirit asked:

“Will the Lord reject forever?(B)
    Will he never show his favor(C) again?

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