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Then I thought, “I have been banished from your sight.
    Will I ever be allowed again
    to look upon your holy temple?”
The waters around me rose to my neck,
    and the deep was closing around me;
    seaweed was twined around my head.
Down I plunged to the roots of the mountains,
    sinking to the netherworld
    whose bars would imprison me forever.
But you brought me up alive from the pit,
    Lord, my God.

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