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22 My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.

23 For a dread unto me [is] calamity [from] God, And because of His excellency I am not able.

24 If I have made gold my confidence, And to the pure gold have said, `My trust,'

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22 then let my arm fall from the shoulder,
    let it be broken off at the joint.(A)
23 For I dreaded destruction from God,(B)
    and for fear of his splendor(C) I could not do such things.(D)

24 “If I have put my trust in gold(E)
    or said to pure gold, ‘You are my security,’(F)

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