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17 My misdeeds would be sealed up in a pouch,[a]
    and you would cover over my guilt.
18 Mountains fall and crumble,
    rocks move from their place,
19 And water wears away stone,
    and floods wash away the soil of the land—
    so you destroy the hope of mortals!

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  1. 14:17 Sealed up in a pouch: hidden away and forgotten.