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8 You have not handed me over to the hand of the enemy. You have set my feet in a large place.
9 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eye wastes away with grief, [yea], my soul and my body.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones waste away.