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O lord, the God who saves me
Day and night I cry out before you
May my prayer come before you
Turn your ear to my cry

For my soul is full of trouble
And my life draws near the grave
I'm like a man without strength
I am set apart with the dead
Whom you remember no more

Do you show your wonders to the dead?
Do those who are dead rise up and praise you?
Is your love declared in the grave?
Your faithfulness in destruction?
Why, o lord do you reject me,
And hide your face from me?