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15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin,
    and have thrust my horn in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping.
    Deep darkness is on my eyelids,
17 although there is no violence in my hands,
    and 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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