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He also is chastened with pain upon his bed, and with continual strife in his bones,
Have mercy upon me, O LORD. Behold my affliction from those who hate me, thou who lifts me up from the gates of death
For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.
I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years.