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But to you, Yahweh, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
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Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
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I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
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Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
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They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.
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You have put lover and friend far from me, And my friends into darkness. Psalm 89 A contemplation by Ethan, the Ezrahite.