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I pour out my plaint before him; I shew before him my trouble.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then *thou* knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they hidden a snare for me.

Look on the right hand and see; there is no man that knoweth me: refuge hath failed me; no man careth for my soul.

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I pour out before him my complaint;(A)
    before him I tell my trouble.(B)

When my spirit grows faint(C) within me,
    it is you who watch over my way.
In the path where I walk
    people have hidden a snare for me.
Look and see, there is no one at my right hand;
    no one is concerned for me.
I have no refuge;(D)
    no one cares(E) for my life.

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