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The sorrows of hell compassed me about:
the snares of death prevented me.
In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God:
he heard my voice out of his temple,
and my cry came before him, even into his ears.

Then the earth shook and trembled;
the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken,
because he was wroth.

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