The Trick Turners

 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.

 Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.

 Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.

 Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.

 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.

Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.















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