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15 I wear burlap to show my grief.
    My pride lies in the dust.
16 My eyes are red with weeping;
    dark shadows circle my eyes.
17 Yet I have done no wrong,
    and my prayer is pure.

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15 I have sewed (A)sackcloth upon my skin
    and have laid (B)my strength (C)in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping,
    and on my eyelids is (D)deep darkness,
17 although there is no (E)violence in my hands,
    and my prayer is pure.

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