Though I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
I fear no evil
I am a worm; Evil men despise me
My strength dried up
They pierce my hands and feet
Count all my bones
To dogs I am prey
My heart turned to wax
Melted away
Come quickly to help me
Deliver my life from the blade
The suffering of the afflicted one
In dust of death, I am laid

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