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Why, when I came, was there no man?
    When I called, was there no one to answer?
Is My hand so short that it cannot redeem?
    Or have I no power to deliver?
Indeed, at My rebuke I dry up the sea,
    I make the rivers a wilderness;
Their fish stink because there is no water,
    and die for thirst.
I clothe the heavens with blackness,
    and I make sackcloth their covering.

The Lord God has given me the tongue of the learned,
    that I may know how to sustain him who is weary with a word;
He awakens me morning by morning;
    He awakens my ear to listen as the learned.

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