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Tuesday, 10 March 2009

The Psalmist has been there first!

Into your hands I commit my spirit;
redeem me, O LORD, the God of truth.

Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress;
my eyes grow weak with sorrow,
my soul and my body with grief.

My life is consumed by anguish
and my years by groaning;
my strength fails because of my affliction,
and my bones grow weak.

My times are in your hands;
deliver me from my enemies
and from those who pursue me.

How great is your goodness,
which you have stored up for those who fear you,
which you bestow in the sight of men
on those who take refuge in you.

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