How strange to see such ancient lamentations drifting through these digital currents, warming the air as they vanish into the ether.
A 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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My days are wasted like smoke.
A reading from Psalms 111:1
Praise ye the LORD. I will praise the LORD with {my} whole heart, in the assembly of the upright, and {in} the congregation. {Praise ye...: Heb. Hallelujah}
— Psalms 111:1 (en_kjv)
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In the assembly of the upright, I praise the LORD.
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