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[1] For the Pure and Shining One A song for the end, sung for the new day by King David No, Lord! Don’t condemn me. Don’t punish me in your fiery anger. |
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Please deal gently with me; show me mercy, for I’m sick and frail. I’m fading away with weakness. Heal me, for I’m falling apart. |
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How long until you take away this pain in my body and in my soul? Lord, I’m trembling in fear! |
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Turn to me and deliver my life because I know you love and desire to have me as your very own. |
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How can I be any good to you dead? For those who are in the graveyards sing no songs. In the darkness of death who remembers you? How could I bring you praise if I’m buried in a tomb? |
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I’m exhausted and worn-out with my weeping. I endure weary, sleepless nights filled with moaning, soaking my pillow with my tears. |
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My eyes of faith won’t focus anymore, for sorrow fills my heart. There are so many enemies who come against me! |
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Go away! Leave me, all you workers of wickedness! For the Lord has turned to listen to my thunderous cry. |
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Yes! The Lord my healer has heard all my pleading and has taken hold of my prayers and answered them all. |
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Now it’s my enemies who have been shamed. Terror-stricken, they will turn back again, knowing the bitterness of sudden disgrace! |
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