American Standard Version of 1901
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For the enemy hath persecuted my soul;He hath smitten my life down to the ground:He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
Therefore {Or, my spirit fainteth}is my spirit overwhelmed within me;My heart within me is desolate.
I remember the days of old;I meditate on all thy doings;I muse on the work of thy hands.
I spread forth my hands unto thee:My soul thirsteth after thee, as a weary land. [Selah