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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 sewed (A)sackcloth over my skin,
And (B)thrust my horn in the dust.
16 My face is flushed from (C)weeping,
(D)And deep darkness is on my eyelids,
17 Although there is no (E)violence in my hands,
And (F)my prayer is pure.

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