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19 How are they suddenly made desolate! they pass away, consumed with terrors.

20 As a dream, when one awaketh, wilt thou, Lord, on arising despise their image.

21 When my heart was in a ferment, and I was pricked in my reins,

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19 How suddenly(A) are they destroyed,
    completely swept away(B) by terrors!
20 They are like a dream(C) when one awakes;(D)
    when you arise, Lord,
    you will despise them as fantasies.(E)

21 When my heart was grieved
    and my spirit embittered,

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