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20 You prevail forever against them, and they pass away;
    you change their countenance and send them away.(A)

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Now their visage is blacker than soot;
    they are not recognized in the streets.
Their skin has shriveled on their bones;
    it has become as dry as wood.(A)

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No one has power over the wind[a] to restrain the wind[b] or power over the day of death; there is no discharge from the battle, nor does wickedness deliver those who practice it.(A)

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  1. 8.8 Or breath
  2. 8.8 Or breath

14 If mortals die, will they live again?
    All the days of my service I would wait
    until my release should come.(A)

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12 When they saw him from a distance, they did not recognize him, and they raised their voices and wept aloud; they tore their robes and threw dust in the air upon their heads.(A)

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