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17 Unless the Lord had been my help, my soul had almost dwelt in silence.

18 When I said, “My foot slippeth,” Thy mercy, O Lord, held me up.

19 In the multitude of my thoughts within me, Thy comforts delight my soul.

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17 Unless the Lord had given me help,(A)
    I would soon have dwelt in the silence of death.(B)
18 When I said, “My foot is slipping,(C)
    your unfailing love, Lord, supported me.
19 When anxiety(D) was great within me,
    your consolation(E) brought me joy.

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