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I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, [a]even from good;
And my sorrow was stirred.
My heart was hot within me;
While I was musing the fire burned;
Then spake I with my tongue:
Jehovah, make me to know mine end,
And the measure of my days, what it is;
Let me know how frail I am.

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  1. Psalm 39:2 Or, and had no comfort. Hebrew away from good.