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15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin,
    and have thrust my horn in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping.
    Deep darkness is on my eyelids,
17 although there is no violence in my hands,
    and my prayer is pure.

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15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin;
I have buried my strength[a] in the dust.(A)
16 My face has grown red with weeping,
and darkness(B) covers my eyes,
17 although my hands are free from violence(C)
and my prayer is pure.

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  1. 16:15 Lit horn