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Shall anyone ever recount your mercies in the grave, or your truth in destruction? Shall your wonders be known in the darkness, or your righteousness in a forgotten land? Unto you, Lord, have I cried; in the morning my prayers shall come before you. Why, Lord, do you reject my soul, or turn your face from me? Poor and afflicted am I from my youth; from [my] height I have been brought low and astounded. Upon me your wrath has settled; your terrors have troubled me. They surrounded me like water; all the day they besieged me together. You have put far from me my friends and my acquaintances, because of my misery. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all my bones [bless] his holy name. Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his gifts: Who atones for your sins, who heals all your diseases; Who redeems your life from corruption, who crowns you with mercy and compassion.