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Among the dead to sleep
And like the slain in bloody fight
That in the grave lie deep.
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Whom thou rememberest no more,
Dost never more regard,
Them from thy hand deliver'd o're
Deaths hideous house hath barr'd.
Thou in the lowest pit profound'
Hast set me all forlorn,
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Where thickest darkness hovers round,
In horrid deeps to mourn.
Thy wrath from which no shelter saves
Full sore doth press on me;
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*The Heb.
bears both.
*Thou break'st upon me all thy waves,
*And all thy waves break me
Thou dost my friends from me estrange,
And mak'st me odious,
Me to them odious, for they change,
And I here pent up thus.
Through sorrow, and affliction great
Mine eye grows dim and dead,
Lord all the day I thee entreat,
My hands to thee I spread.
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0 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,
Shall the deceas'd arise
And praise thee from their loathsom bed
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