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You have distanced my acquaintances from me.
You have made me repulsive to them.
I am shut in and I cannot get out.
My eyesight grows dim from affliction.

I call to you, O Lord, every day.
I spread out my hands to you.

The Darkness of Death

10 Is it for the dead that you do a miracle? Interlude
Do the spirits of the dead rise up and praise you?

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Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.

Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: Lord, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.

10 Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise thee? Selah.

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