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I call to you, Lord, every day; I spread out my hands to you.Do you show your wonders to the dead? Do their spirits rise up and praise you?Is your love declared in the grave, your faithfulness in Destruction?Are your wonders known in the place of darkness, or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?But I cry to you for help, Lord; in the morning my prayer comes before you.Why, Lord, do you reject me and hide your face from me?--Psalm 88: 9-14 [New International Version]
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