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Even the doe in the field deserts her young
    because there is no grass.
The wild donkeys stand on the bare heights,
    gasping for breath like jackals;
Their eyes grow dim;
    there is no grass.
Even though our crimes bear witness against us,
    act, Lord, for your name’s sake—
Even though our rebellions are many,
    and we have sinned against you.(A)

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