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 Have pity on me,, for I am weak; * heal me,, for my bones are racked.

My spirit shakes with terror; * how long, O, how long?

Turn, O, and deliver me; * save me for your mercy’s sake.

For in death no one remembers you; * and who will give you thanks in the grave?

I grow weary because of my groaning; * every night I drench my bed and flood my couch with tears.

My eyes are wasted with grief * and worn away because of all my enemies.

Depart from me, all evildoers, * for the has heard the sound of my weeping.

The has heard my supplication; * the accepts my prayer.

All my enemies shall be confounded and quake with fear; * they shall turn back and suddenly be put to shame.

O my God, I take refuge in you; * save and deliver me from all who pursue me;

Lest like a lion they tear me in pieces * and snatch me away with none to deliver me.

O my God, if I have done these things: * if there is any wickedness in my hands,