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[a]For my soul is filled with troubles;(A)
    my life draws near to Sheol.
I am reckoned with those who go down to the pit;
    I am like a warrior without strength.
My couch is among the dead,
    like the slain who lie in the grave.
You remember them no more;
    they are cut off from your influence.

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  1. 88:4–8 In imagination the psalmist already experiences the alienation of Sheol.