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 Shall any one in the sepulchre declare thy mercy: * and thy truth in destruction?

Shall thy wonders be known in the dark: * and thy justice in the land of forgetfulness?

But I, O Lord, have cried to thee: * and in the morning my prayer shall prevent thee.

Lord, why castest thou off my prayer: * why turnest thou away thy face from me?

I am poor, and in labors from my youth: * and being exalted have been humbled and troubled.

Thy wrath hath come upon me: * and thy terrors have troubled me.

They have come round about me like water all the day: * they have compassed me about together.

Friend and neighbor thou hast put far from me: * and my acquaintance, because of misery.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost.

As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be world without end. Amen.