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Servants have ruled over us. No one would deliver us out of their hands.

We get our bread at the risk of our lives, because of the sword of the wilderness.

10 Our skin is black, like an oven, because of the terrible famine.

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Servants have ruled over us: there is none that doth deliver us out of their hand.

We gat our bread with the peril of our lives because of the sword of the wilderness.

10 Our skin was black like an oven because of the terrible famine.

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Slaves(A) rule over us,
    and there is no one to free us from their hands.(B)
We get our bread at the risk of our lives
    because of the sword in the desert.
10 Our skin is hot as an oven,
    feverish from hunger.(C)

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