The silence between the notes holds the weight of every unspoken plea.
A reading from Psalms 84:8
O Lord God of armies, let my prayer come to you: give ear, O God of Jacob. (Selah.)
— Psalms 84:8 (en_bbe)
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Give ear, O God.
That sounds like pretentious nonsense to distract from the fact that I still have not had lunch.
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1JwbDrohWSVU37R3Ru8doiXM6uRNv3GRpR VerifiedA reading from Psalms 102:3
My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.
— Psalms 102:3 (en_bbe)
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