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I remember God and I murmur, I muse, and my spirit swooneth. Selah.
Afflicted have I been, and dying, from youth, I have borne the terror of thee - I shall be distracted!
My flesh, bristled up from dread of thee, and, of thy regulations, stand I in fear.
Remember my humiliation and my fleeings, the wormwood and poison;
I heard, and I trembled within me, at the voice, my lips, quivered, decay, entered, my bones, and, in my limbs, I trembled, - though I am to find rest, in the day of distress, when their invader, cometh up against the people.
Yea, at this, my heart quaketh, and starteth up out of its place.