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Let the righteous man strike me;
    it shall be a kindness.
Let him rebuke me;
    it shall be oil for my head;
let my head not refuse it.
    For my prayer is continually against their evil deeds.

When their judges are thrown to stony places,
    then they shall hear my words, for they are sweet.
As when one plows to break up the land,
    so our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.

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