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I refuse to touch them;
    they are like loathsome food to me.
Oh, that I might have my request,
    and that God would grant what I long for:
Even that God would decide to crush me,
    that he would put forth his hand and cut me off!

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I refuse to touch it;
    such food makes me ill.(A)

“Oh, that I might have my request,
    that God would grant what I hope for,(B)
that God would be willing to crush(C) me,
    to let loose his hand and cut off my life!(D)

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