we know it not that are hair has greyed rusty and moth eaten and full of decay we know it not eyes full of vanities to the full with wrong ways make haste O God to deliver me O Lord make haste they that seek my hurt are brought into shame but let my mouth be filled with thy praise and with thy honour all the day deliver me in thy righteousness and cause me to escape incline thine ear unto me and save.
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