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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 sackcloth upon my skin,
    and have laid my strength in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping,
    and on my eyelids is deep darkness;
17 although there is no violence in my hands,
    and my prayer is pure.

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