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You have not left me in the hand of the enemy.
You have made my feet stand in a wide-open space.

The Prayer for Delivery

Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress.
My eye grows weak with sorrow—
my soul and my body too.
10 Yes, my life is consumed by grief,
and my years by groaning.
My strength fails because of my guilt,
and my bones grow weak.

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