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Oh that, in hades, thou wouldst hide me! that thou wouldst keep me secret, until the turn of thine anger, that thou wouldst set for me a fixed time, and remember me:

If a man die, can he live again? All the days of my warfare, would I wait, until my relief should come: -

Thou shouldst call, and, I, would answer thee, - For the work of thine own hand, thou shouldst long.

For, now, my steps, thou countest, Thou wilt not pass over my sin:

Sealed up in a bag, is my transgression, and thou hast glued over mine iniquity.