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For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea:
therefore my words are swallowed up.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me,
the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit:
the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass?
or loweth the ox over his fodder?

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