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Servants rule over us.
    There is no one to deliver us out of their hand.
We get our bread at the peril of our lives,
    because of the sword in the wilderness.
10 Our skin is black like an oven,
    because of the burning heat of 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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