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Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness:
and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head:
for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.

When their judges are overthrown in stony places,
they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth,
as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.

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