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24 So I pray, ‘My God, please do not let me die now,
    in the middle of my life.
The years of your life continue for ever!
25 Long ago, you built the world on a strong foundation.
You created the heavens with your own hands.
26 They will all disappear one day,
    but you will remain.
They will become spoiled,
    like old clothes.
Like clothes, you will remove them,
    so that they disappear.

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