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In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord;
    in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying;
    my soul refuses to be comforted.(A)
I think of God, and I moan;
    I meditate, and my spirit faints. Selah(B)

You keep my eyelids from closing;
    I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

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