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He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant (16:14) I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust (16:15) My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids [is] the shadow of death; (16:16) Not for [any] injustice in mine hands: also my prayer [is] pure (16:17) O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place (16:18) Also now, behold, my witness [is] in heaven, and my record [is] on high (16:19) My friends scorn me: [but] mine eye poureth out [tears] unto God (16:20) O that one might plead for a man with God, as a man [pleadeth] for his neighbour! (16:21) When a few years are come, then I shall go the way [whence] I shall not return
(16:22)
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