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16 “When I discovered your words, I devoured them;
    they became a source of joy to me
    and the delight of my heart,
because I bore your name,
    Lord, God of hosts.
17 “I have never associated with revelers
    or rejoiced in their company;
I sat alone because I felt your hand on me,
    and you had filled me with indignation.
18 Why then is my suffering continuous
    and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed?
You have indeed become for me a treacherous brook
    whose waters cannot be relied upon.”

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