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For the enemy has pursued my soul;
he has crushed my life to the ground.
He has made me dwell in dark places
like those long dead.
And so my spirit grows faint within me;
my heart within[a] me is desolate.
I remember the days of long ago;
I meditate on all your doings.[b]
I muse on the labor of your hands.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 143:4 Literally “in the midst of”
  2. Psalm 143:5 Hebrew “doing”