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(1.0007511529933) | Psa 102:5 | Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin. 1 |
(1.0007511529933) | Psa 119:25 | ד (Dalet) I collapse in the dirt. 1 Revive me with your word! 2 |
(1.0007511529933) | Psa 119:31 | I hold fast 1 to your rules. O Lord, do not let me be ashamed! |
(0.93558929046563) | Psa 44:25 | For we lie in the dirt, with our bellies pressed to the ground. 1 |
(0.93558929046563) | Psa 63:8 |
(0.87042738359202) | Psa 22:15 | The roof of my mouth 1 is as dry as a piece of pottery; my tongue sticks to my gums. 2 You 3 set me in the dust of death. 4 |
(0.87042738359202) | Psa 101:3 | I will not even consider doing what is dishonest. 1 I hate doing evil; 2 I will have no part of it. 3 |
(0.80526545454545) | Psa 137:6 | May my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, and do not give Jerusalem priority over whatever gives me the most joy. 1 |