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15 “I have sewn sackcloth over my skin
    and thrust my horn into the dust.
16 My face is inflamed with weeping,
    and on my eyelids is the shadow of death,
17 though not for any violence in my hands,
    and my prayer is pure.

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15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,
and defiled my horn in the dust.
16 My face is foul with weeping,
and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17 not for any injustice in mine hands:
also my prayer is pure.

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