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By your favor, O Lord,
    you had established me as a strong mountain;
you hid your face;
    I was dismayed.(A)

To you, O Lord, I cried,
    and to the Lord I made supplication:
“What profit is there in my death,
    if I go down to the Pit?
Will the dust praise you?
    Will it tell of your faithfulness?(B)

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