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Wild donkeys stand on the barren hills,
    as they pant for air like jackals.
    Their eyes fail,
    since there is no foliage.
Though our iniquities testify against us,
        Adonai, act for Your Name’s sake.
    For our backslidings are many.
    We have sinned against You.
O hope of Israel,
    Savior in time of trouble,
    why are You like a stranger in the land,
    or like a traveler who stays for a night?

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