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I stayed quiet and dumb, spoke neither evil nor good, but my pain was renewed. My heart grew hot within me, and fire blazed in my thoughts. Then I spoke out loud: “Lord, make me know my end. Let me know the number of my days, so that I know how short my life is to be.”... What, now, can I look forward to, Lord? My hope is in you. Psalm 39, “A Prayer in Sickness”

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