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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.

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