Hide not thy face from me in the day when I am in trouble
Incline thine ear unto me: in the day when I call answer me speedily
For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as a hearth
My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread
By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.
Psalm 102 Vs 1-5
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