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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?
Do the spirits of the dead rise up and praise you? Interlude
11 Is your mercy declared in the tomb,
your faithfulness in decay?

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