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Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God, for I shall yet praise Him for the help of His countenance.

O my God, my soul is cast down within me; therefore will I remember Thee from the land of Jordan and of the Hermonites, from the hill of Mizar.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of Thy waterspouts; all Thy waves and Thy billows have gone over me.

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