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“If only my grief could be weighed,
    if only my misery could be laid on the scales with it,
then they would be heavier than the sand of the seas.
    I spoke carelessly
        because the arrows of Shadday have found their target in me,
            and my spirit is drinking their poison.
            Eloah’s terrors line up in battle against me.

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