I am the man who sees my poverty under the rod of his indignation. He has led me away and suspended me in darkness, where there is no light. He has made my skin and flesh old and has broken my bones. he has put me in dark places, like those long dead, but whenever I cry out and plead, he shuts out my prayer. And I said: my strength has perished, and my hope, because of the Lord.
Remember, Lord, what has befallen us: look and consider our disgrace. Turn us back to you, Lord, and we shall come back; renew our days as in the beginning. You, however, Lord, forever will remain, your throne for generations and generations.
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