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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)
Hope of Israel, Lord,
    our savior in time of need!
Why should you be a stranger in the land,
    like a traveler stopping only for a night?

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