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"My face is flushed from weeping, And deep darkness is on my eyelids,
Although there is no violence in my hands, And my prayer is pure.
"O earth, do not cover my blood, And let there be no resting place for my cry.
"Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven, And my advocate is on high.
"My friends are my scoffers; My eye weeps to God.
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My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
Not for any injustice in mine hands: also my prayer is pure.
O earth, cover not thou my blood, and let my cry have no place.
Also now, behold, my witness is in heaven, and my record is on high.
My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
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