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For there is no memory of You in death,
in Sheol who will praise You?
I am worn out with my groaning.
Every night I make my bed swim,
drenching my pillow with my tears.
My eyes are weakened with grief—
they age because of 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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