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My face is reddened with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
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Although there is no violence in my hands, and my prayer is pure.
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O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no resting-place.
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Even now, behold, my Witness is in heaven, and He that testifieth of me is on high.
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Mine inward thoughts are my intercessors, mine eye poureth out tears unto G-d;
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That He would set aright a man contending with G-d, as a son of man setteth aright his neighbour!
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For the years that are few are coming on, and I shall go the way whence I shall not return.