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For in (A)death there is no remembrance of you;
    in Sheol who will give you praise?
I am (B)weary with my (C)moaning;
    every night I flood my bed with tears;
    I drench my couch with my weeping.
My (D)eye wastes away because of grief;
    it grows weak because of all my foes.

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