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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Let a righteous man strike me—that is a kindness;
    let him rebuke me(A)—that is oil on my head.(B)
My head will not refuse it,
    for my prayer will still be against the deeds of evildoers.

Their rulers will be thrown down from the cliffs,(C)
    and the wicked will learn that my words were well spoken.
They will say, “As one plows(D) and breaks up the earth,(E)
    so our bones have been scattered at the mouth(F) of the grave.”

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