16 Your words were found, (A)and I ate them,
    and (B)your words became to me a joy
    and the delight of my heart,
(C)for I am called by your name,
    O Lord, God of hosts.

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16 When your words came, I ate(A) them;
    they were my joy and my heart’s delight,(B)
for I bear your name,(C)
    Lord God Almighty.

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15-18 You know where I am, God! Remember what I’m doing here!
    Take my side against my detractors.
Don’t stand back while they ruin me.
    Just look at the abuse I’m taking!
When your words showed up, I ate them—
    swallowed them whole. What a feast!
What delight I took in being yours,
    O God, God-of-the-Angel-Armies!
I never joined the party crowd
    in their laughter and their fun.
Led by you, I went off by myself.
    You’d filled me with indignation. Their sin had me seething.
But why, why this chronic pain,
    this ever worsening wound and no healing in sight?
You’re nothing, God, but a mirage,
    a lovely oasis in the distance—and then nothing!

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16 Your words were found, (A)and I ate them,
    and (B)your words became to me a joy
    and the delight of my heart,
(C)for I am called by your name,
    O Lord, God of hosts.
17 (D)I did not sit in the company of revelers,
    nor did I rejoice;
(E)I sat alone, because your hand was upon me,
    for you had filled me with indignation.
18 Why is my pain unceasing,
    (F)my wound incurable,
    refusing to be healed?
Will you be to me (G)like a deceitful brook,
    like waters that fail?

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16 When your words came, I ate(A) them;
    they were my joy and my heart’s delight,(B)
for I bear your name,(C)
    Lord God Almighty.
17 I never sat(D) in the company of revelers,
    never made merry with them;
I sat alone because your hand(E) was on me
    and you had filled me with indignation.
18 Why is my pain unending
    and my wound grievous and incurable?(F)
You are to me like a deceptive brook,
    like a spring that fails.(G)

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15-18 You know where I am, God! Remember what I’m doing here!
    Take my side against my detractors.
Don’t stand back while they ruin me.
    Just look at the abuse I’m taking!
When your words showed up, I ate them—
    swallowed them whole. What a feast!
What delight I took in being yours,
    O God, God-of-the-Angel-Armies!
I never joined the party crowd
    in their laughter and their fun.
Led by you, I went off by myself.
    You’d filled me with indignation. Their sin had me seething.
But why, why this chronic pain,
    this ever worsening wound and no healing in sight?
You’re nothing, God, but a mirage,
    a lovely oasis in the distance—and then nothing!

* * *

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