“Yet does not one in a heap of ruins stretch out his hand,Or in his disaster therefore cry out for help?
“I go about mourning without comfort;I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
A Song of Ascents.I will lift up my eyes to the mountains;From where shall my help come?
and he said,“I called out of my distress to the Lord,And He answered me.I cried for help from the depth of Sheol;You heard my voice.
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