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Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, [in] vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.

And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope -- it [is] of Thee.

From all my transgressions deliver me, A reproach of the fool make me not.

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“Surely everyone goes around(A) like a mere phantom;(B)
    in vain they rush about,(C) heaping up wealth(D)
    without knowing whose it will finally be.(E)

“But now, Lord, what do I look for?
    My hope is in you.(F)
Save me(G) from all my transgressions;(H)
    do not make me the scorn(I) of fools.

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