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15 I have sewed (A)sackcloth over my skin
And (B)thrust my horn in the dust.
16 My face is flushed from (C)weeping,
(D)And the shadow of death is on my eyelids,
17 Why?—because there is no (E)violence in my hands,
And (F)my prayer is pure.

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15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin;
I have buried my strength[a] in the dust.(A)
16 My face has grown red with weeping,
and darkness(B) covers my eyes,
17 although my hands are free from violence(C)
and my prayer is pure.

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  1. 16:15 Lit horn