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The wild donkeys stand on the hilltops
    and pant for breath like jackals;
their eyesight fails them
    because they have no food.
My people cry out to me,
    ‘Even though our sins accuse us,
    help us, Lord, as you have promised.
We have turned away from you many times;
    we have sinned against you.
You are Israel's only hope;
    you are the one who saves us from disaster.
Why are you like a stranger in our land,
    like a traveler who stays for only one night?

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