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For in death there is no memory of you.
    In Sheol,[a] who shall give you thanks?
I am weary with my groaning.
    Every night I flood my bed.
    I drench my couch with my tears.
My eye wastes away because of grief.
    It grows old because of all my adversaries.

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  1. 6:5 Sheol is the place of the dead.