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My sadness would be heavier than the sand of the seas.
    No wonder my words seem careless.
The arrows of the Almighty are in me;
    my spirit drinks in their poison;
    God’s terrors are gathered against me.
A wild donkey does not bray when it has grass to eat,
    and an ox is quiet when it has feed.

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