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O
or discipline me in your wrath.
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Be gracious to me, O
O
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My soul also is struck with terror,
while you, O
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Turn, O
deliver me for the sake of your steadfast love.
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For in death there is no remembrance of you;
in Sheol who can give you praise?
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I am weary with my moaning;
every night I flood my bed with tears;
I drench my couch with my weeping.
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My eyes waste away because of grief;
they grow weak because of all my foes.
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Depart from me, all you workers of evil,
for the
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The
the
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All my enemies shall be ashamed and struck with terror;
they shall turn back, and in a moment be put to shame.