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14 ‘Like a crane, a swallow, so I chattered. I mourned as a dove. My eyes were lifted up on high. O LORD, it has oppressed me. Comfort me.

15 ‘What shall I say? For He has said it to me, and He has done it. I shall walk weakly in the bitterness of my soul all my years.

16 ‘O LORD, by these things You sustain life. And in these things is the life of my spirit, by which You cause me to dream and give me life.

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