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blinded by tears of pain and frustration. I call to you, GOD; all day I call. I wring my hands, I plead for help.

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my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, O LORD, every day; I spread out my hands to you.

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My eye wastes away because of affliction. LORD, I have called daily upon You; I have stretched out my hands to You.

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My eyes are blinded by my tears. Each day I beg for your help, O LORD; I lift my pleading hands to you for mercy.

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Are the dead a live audience for your miracles? Do ghosts ever join the choirs that praise you?

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Do you show your wonders to the dead? Do those who are dead rise up and praise you? Selah

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Will You work wonders for the dead? Shall the dead arise and praise You?Selah

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Of what use to the dead are your miracles? Do the dead get up and praise you?

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Does your love make any difference in a graveyard? Is your faithful presence noticed in the corridors of hell?

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Is your love declared in the grave, your faithfulness in Destruction?

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Shall Your lovingkindness be declared in the grave? Or Your faithfulness in the place of destruction?

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Can those in the grave declare your unfailing love? In the place of destruction, can they proclaim your faithfulness?

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Are your marvelous wonders ever seen in the dark, your righteous ways noticed in the Land of No Memory?

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Are your wonders known in the place of darkness, or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?

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Shall Your wonders be known in the dark? And Your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

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Can the darkness speak of your miracles? Can anyone in the land of forgetfulness talk about your righteousness?

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I'm standing my ground, GOD, shouting for help, at my prayers every morning, on my knees each daybreak.

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But I cry to you for help, O LORD; in the morning my prayer comes before you.

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But to You I have cried out, O LORD, And in the morning my prayer comes before You.

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O LORD, I cry out to you. I will keep on pleading day by day.

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Why, GOD, do you turn a deaf ear? Why do you make yourself scarce?

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Why, O LORD, do you reject me and hide your face from me?

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LORD, why do You cast off my soul? Why do You hide Your face from me?

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O LORD, why do you reject me? Why do you turn your face away from me?

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For as long as I remember I've been hurting; I've taken the worst you can hand out, and I've had it.

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From my youth I have been afflicted and close to death; I have suffered your terrors and am in despair.

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I have been afflicted and ready to die from my youth; I suffer Your terrors; I am distraught.

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I have been sickly and close to death since my youth. I stand helpless and desperate before your terrors.

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Your wildfire anger has blazed through my life; I'm bleeding, black and blue.

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Your wrath has swept over me; your terrors have destroyed me.

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Your fierce wrath has gone over me; Your terrors have cut me off.

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Your fierce anger has overwhelmed me. Your terrors have cut me off.

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You've attacked me fiercely from every side, raining down blows till I'm nearly dead.

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All day long they surround me like a flood; they have completely engulfed me.

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They came around me all day long like water; They engulfed me altogether.

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They swirl around me like floodwaters all day long. They have encircled me completely.

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You made lover and neighbor alike dump me; the only friend I have left is Darkness. An Ethan prayer

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You have taken my companions and loved ones from me; the darkness is my closest friend.

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Loved one and friend You have put far from me, And my acquaintances into darkness.

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You have taken away my companions and loved ones; only darkness remains.