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“If only my grief could be weighed,
if only my misery could be laid on the scales with it,
then they would be heavier than the sand of the seas.
I spoke carelessly
because the arrows of the Almighty ⌞have found their target⌟ in me,
and my spirit is drinking their poison.
God’s terrors line up in battle against me.

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