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My face is red with weeping, and the shadow of death is on my eyelids,
My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eye wastes away with grief, [yea], my soul and my body.
For this our heart is faint. For these things our eyes are dim,
My days are past. my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.