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

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15 I’ve sewed rough cloth over my skin
    and buried my dignity in the dust.
16 My face is red from crying,
    and dark gloom hangs on my eyelids.
17 But there is no violence in my hands,
    and my prayer is pure.

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