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For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea;
    therefore my words are stuck in my throat.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me;
    my spirit drinks in their poison;
    the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass?
    Or the ox bellow over his fodder?

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