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16 Your words were found, so I ate them.
    Your words were a delight to me
        and the joy of my heart.
    For I am called by Your Name,
        Adonai-Elohei-Tzva’ot.
17 I never sat in the company of revelers
    nor made merry.
    Because of Your hand I sat alone,
    for You filled me with indignation.
18 Why is my pain unending
    and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed?
    Will You be to me like a mirage
        of water that is undependable?

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