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For the enemy hath persecuted my soul;
he hath smitten my life down to the ground;
he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me;
my heart within me is desolate.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works;
I muse on the work of thy hands.

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