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38 “Suppose my land cries out against me.
    And all its soil is wet with tears.
39 Suppose I’ve used up its crops without paying for them.
    Or I’ve broken the spirit of its renters.
40 Then let thorns grow instead of wheat.
    Let stinkweed come up instead of barley.”

The words of Job end here.

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