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For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell?

I have laboured in my groanings, every night I will wash my bed: I will water my couch with my tears.

My eye is troubled through indignation: I have grown old amongst all my enemies.

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I am worn out(A) from my groaning.(B)

All night long I flood my bed with weeping(C)
    and drench my couch with tears.(D)
My eyes grow weak(E) with sorrow;
    they fail because of all my foes.

Away from me,(F) all you who do evil,(G)
    for the Lord has heard my weeping.

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