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I remember God and I moan.
I muse, and my spirit grows faint. Selah
You hold my eyelids open—
I am so troubled—I cannot speak.
I ponder the days of old,
the years long ago.

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You kept my eyes from closing;
    I was too troubled to speak.(A)
I thought about the former days,(B)
    the years of long ago;
I remembered my songs in the night.
    My heart meditated and my spirit asked:

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