19 There is no healing of thy bruise; thy wound is grievous: all that hear the bruit of thee shall clap the hands over thee: for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually?

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19 Nothing can heal you;(A)
    your wound is fatal.
All who hear the news about you
    clap their hands(B) at your fall,
for who has not felt
    your endless cruelty?(C)

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