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6 Thou in the lowest pit [profound]
Hast set me [all forlorn,]
Where thickest darkness [hovers round,]
In horrid deeps [to mourn.]
7 Thy wrath [from which no shelter saves]
Full sore doth press on me;
Thou break'st upon me all thy waves,
And all thy waves break me.
8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange,
And mak'st me odious,
Me to them odious, [for they change,]
And I here pent up thus.
9 Through sorrow, and affliction great
Mine eye grows dim and dead,
Lord all the day I thee entreat,
My hands to thee I spread.
10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,
Shall the deceas'd arise
And praise thee [from their loathsom bed]
[With pale and hollow eyes?]
11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell
On whom the grave [hath hold,]
Or they [who] in perdition [dwell]
Thy faithfulness [unfold?]
12 In darkness can thy mighty [hand]
[Or] wondrous acts be known,
Thy justice in the [gloomy] land
Of [dark] oblivion?
13 But I to thee O Lord do cry
[E're yet my life be spent,]
And [up to thee] my praier [doth hie]
Each morn, and thee prevent.
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