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I was (A)mute and silent;
    I held my peace to no avail,
and my distress grew worse.
    My (B)heart became hot within me.
As I mused, the fire burned;
    then I spoke with my tongue:
“O Lord, (C)make me know my end
    and what is the measure of my days;
    let me know how fleeting I am!

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