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17 My peysha is sealed up in a bag, and Thou would cover over mine avon.

18 And surely the har (mountain) falling crumbles, and the tzur (rock) is moved out of its place.

19 The mayim wear away the avanim; Thou washest away the things which grow out of the aphar aretz; and Thou destroyest the tikvat enosh.

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