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The Lord God hath given me the tongue of the learned,
that I should know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary:
he wakeneth morning by morning,
he wakeneth mine ear to hear as the learned.
The Lord God hath opened mine ear,
and I was not rebellious, neither turned away back.
I gave my back to the smiters,
and my cheeks to them that plucked off the hair:
I hid not my face from shame and spitting.
For the Lord God will help me;
therefore shall I not be confounded:
therefore have I set my face like a flint,
and I know that I shall not be ashamed.
He is near that justifieth me; who will contend with me?
let us stand together:
who is mine adversary? let him come near to me.
Behold, the Lord God will help me;
who is he that shall condemn me?
lo, they all shall wax old as a garment;
the moth shall eat them up.

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