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16 My face is foul with weeping,
and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17 not for any injustice in mine hands:
also my prayer is pure.

18 O earth, cover not thou my blood,
and let my cry have no place.
19 Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven,
and my record is on high.
20 My friends scorn me:
but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
21 O that one might plead for a man with God,
as a man pleadeth for his neighbour!
22 When a few years are come,
then I shall go the way whence I shall not return.

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17 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct,
the graves are ready for me.

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13 If I wait, the grave is mine house:
I have made my bed in the darkness.
14 I have said to corruption, Thou art my father:
to the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister.
15 And where is now my hope?
as for my hope, who shall see it?
16 They shall go down to the bars of the pit,
when our rest together is in the dust.

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