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Like a swallow [or] a crane, so did I chatter; I did moan as a dove; my eyes fail [with looking] upward: Lord, I am oppressed, be you my collateral.
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What shall I say? he has both spoken to me, and himself has done it: I shall go softly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.
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Lord, by these things men live; Wholly therein is the life of my spirit: Why recover you me, and make me to live.
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Behold, [it was] for [my] peace [that] I had great bitterness: But you have in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption; For you have cast all my sins behind your back.
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For Sheol can`t praise you, death can`t celebrate you: Those who go down into the pit can`t hope for your truth.
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The living, the living, he shall praise you, as I do this day: The father to the children shall make known your truth.