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15 Yahweh, you know.
    Remember me, visit me,
    and avenge me of my persecutors.
You are patient, so don’t take me away.
    Know that for your sake I have suffered reproach.
16 Your words were found,
    and I ate them.
Your words were to me a joy and the rejoicing of my heart,
    for I am called by your name, Yahweh, God of Armies.
17 I didn’t sit in the assembly of those who make merry and rejoice.
    I sat alone because of your hand,
    for you have filled me with indignation.
18 Why is my pain perpetual,
    and my wound incurable,
    which refuses to be healed?
Will you indeed be to me as a deceitful brook,
    like waters that fail?

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