| Man is born of woman,
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| His days are few, And full of trouble;
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| He springs up like a flower and withers
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| And disappears like a fleeing shadow.
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| If only You would hide me in the grave,
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| Conceal me till Your anger has passed;
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| Then I will answer You when You call my name,
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| When You long for the one Your hands have made.
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| (Chorus)
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| All the days of my struggle
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| I will wait for my change,
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| I will wait for my change to come.
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| Only do not hide Your face from me,
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| Don’t take Your hand away,
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| Don’t take Your hand away.
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| I will wait for my change to come.
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| From the dust You have made me,
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| And to the dust I will return.
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| Surely You will count all my steps,
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| But will not keep watch for my sin.
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| The falling mountains crumble away,
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| The water wears away the stones.
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| It’s torrents wash away the dust of the earth.
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| Only in You will I hope.
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| (Chorus 2x)
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| I will wait for my change to come… |