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You have made my friends to loathe me, and they have gone away. I am in a trap with no way out. My eyes grow dim with weeping. Each day I beg your help; O Lord, I reach my pleading hands to you for mercy.

10 Soon it will be too late! Of what use are your miracles when I am in the grave? How can I praise you then?

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You have taken from me my closest friends(A)
    and have made me repulsive to them.
I am confined(B) and cannot escape;(C)
    my eyes(D) are dim with grief.

I call(E) to you, Lord, every day;
    I spread out my hands(F) to you.
10 Do you show your wonders to the dead?
    Do their spirits rise up and praise you?(G)

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