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When my spirit grows faint within me,
you are the one who knows my course.
On the path where I walk they have hidden a snare for me.
Look to my right and see.
There is no one who recognizes me.
There is no escape for me.
No one cares about my life.
I cry out to you, Lord.
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”

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