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When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,
    you knew my route.
On the path in which I walk,
    they have hidden a snare for me.
Look on my right, and see;
    for there is no one who is concerned for me.
    Refuge has fled from me.
    No one cares for my soul.
I cried to you, Yahweh.
    I said, “You are my refuge,
    my portion in the land of the living.”

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