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The wild donkeys stand in the high places;
    they pant for air like jackals;
their eyes fail
    because there is no grass.

O Lord, though our iniquities testify against us,
    do it for Your name’s sake.
Indeed, our backslidings are many;
    we have sinned against You.
O the Hope of Israel,
    its Savior in time of trouble,
why should You be as a stranger in the land,
    and as a wayfaring man who turns aside to pitch his tent for a night?

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