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11 Like rivers that stop running,
    and lakes that go dry,
12     people die, never to rise.
They will never wake up while the sky endures;
    they will never stir from their sleep.

13 I wish you would hide me in the world of the dead;
    let me be hidden until your anger is over,
    and then set a time to remember me.

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