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16 Your words were found, and I (A)ate them,
And Your (B)words became for me joy and gladness in my heart,
For I have been (C)called by Your name,
O Yahweh God of hosts.
17 I (D)did not sit in the circle of merrymakers,
Nor did I exult.
Because of Your hand upon me I sat (E)alone,
For You (F)filled me with indignation.
18 Why has my pain been perpetual
And my (G)wound incurable, refusing to be healed?
Will You indeed be to me (H)like a deceptive stream
With water that is unreliable?

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