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1 To the Chaunter vpon the hynde of the dawnynge a Psalme of Dauid. My God, my God: why hast thou forsaken me: and art so farre fro my health, and from the wordes of my complaynte?
2 O my God, I crye in the daye tyme, but thou hearest not: and in the nyght season also I take no rest.