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Noisy Air Waves In my distress I called to the Lord    to my God my  help. From temple he heard  my voice my cry come before into His stars. 
You're at a crowded concert. The auditorium is filled with shouting fans. 
Music blare but the audience is so loud it can barely be heard. 
You are with a friend who is standing right next to you.
Every effort to talk with her is lost in the noise of the crowd.
She  can't hear a word you say.