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18     I do not have much longer to live; my hope in the Lord is gone.

19 The thought of my pain, my homelessness, is bitter poison.
20     I think of it constantly, and my spirit is depressed.

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18 So I say, “My splendor is gone
    and all that I had hoped from the Lord.”(A)

19 I remember my affliction and my wandering,
    the bitterness(B) and the gall.(C)
20 I well remember them,
    and my soul is downcast(D) within me.(E)

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