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For the enemy persecuteth my soul: he hath crushed my life down to the earth; he hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.

And my spirit is overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.

I remember the days of old: I meditate on all thy doing; I muse on the work of thy hands.

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