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22 then let my back fall from my shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from its joint.

23 For I feared destruction from God, against whose highness I could have no power.

24 ¶ If I have made gold my hope or have said to the fine gold, Thou art my confidence;

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22 Then let mine arm fall from my shoulder blade, and mine arm be broken from the bone.

23 For destruction from God was a terror to me, and by reason of his highness I could not endure.

24 If I have made gold my hope, or have said to the fine gold, Thou art my confidence;

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