15 I have sewed (A)sackcloth over my skin,
And (B)thrust my horn in the dust.
16 My face is flushed from (C)weeping,
(D)And deep darkness is on my eyelids,
17 Although there is no (E)violence in my hands,
And (F)my prayer is pure.

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15 I wear burlap to show my grief.
    My pride lies in the dust.
16 My eyes are red with weeping;
    dark shadows circle my eyes.
17 Yet I have done no wrong,
    and my prayer is pure.

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