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For in death there is no remembrance of thee; in Sheol who shall give thanks unto thee?

I am wearied with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I dissolve my couch with my tears.

Mine eye wasteth away through grief; it hath grown old because of all mine oppressors.

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Among the dead no one proclaims your name.
    Who praises you from the grave?(A)

I am worn out(B) from my groaning.(C)

All night long I flood my bed with weeping(D)
    and drench my couch with tears.(E)
My eyes grow weak(F) with sorrow;
    they fail because of all my foes.

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