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Remember, God, that my life is as short as a breath.
    I know that I will never be happy again.
People who can see me now will not see me any more.
    You will look for me, but I will not be there.
Clouds disappear and you never see them again.
    That is like people who die and go into their graves.
    They do not come back again.

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Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;(A)
    my eyes will never see happiness again.(B)
The eye that now sees me will see me no longer;
    you will look for me, but I will be no more.(C)
As a cloud vanishes(D) and is gone,
    so one who goes down to the grave(E) does not return.(F)

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