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“I wish my great pain could be weighed!
    I wish all my suffering could be weighed on scales!
I’m sure it would weigh more than the grains of sand on the seashore.
    No wonder I’ve been so quick to speak!
The Mighty One has shot me with his arrows.
    I have to drink their poison.
    God’s terrors are aimed at me.

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