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16 Your words were found, and I devoured them.
    Your words are my joy and my heart’s delight,
    because I am called by your name, O Yahweh Elohim Tsebaoth.
17 I didn’t keep company with those who laugh and have fun.
    I sat alone because your hand was on me.
    You filled me with outrage.
18 Why is my pain unending
    and my wound incurable, refusing to heal?
    Will you disappoint me like a stream
    that dries up in summertime?

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16 When your words came, I ate(A) them;
    they were my joy and my heart’s delight,(B)
for I bear your name,(C)
    Lord God Almighty.
17 I never sat(D) in the company of revelers,
    never made merry with them;
I sat alone because your hand(E) was on me
    and you had filled me with indignation.
18 Why is my pain unending
    and my wound grievous and incurable?(F)
You are to me like a deceptive brook,
    like a spring that fails.(G)

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