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Let the righteous strike me—it is kindness.
Let him correct me—it is oil on my head
—my head will not refuse it.
Yet still my prayer is against their wickedness.
Their judges are thrown down from a cliff.
Then they will hear my words, since they are sweet.
As when one plows and breaks open the earth,
so our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.

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Let a righteous man strike me—that is a kindness;
    let him rebuke me(A)—that is oil on my head.(B)
My head will not refuse it,
    for my prayer will still be against the deeds of evildoers.

Their rulers will be thrown down from the cliffs,(C)
    and the wicked will learn that my words were well spoken.
They will say, “As one plows(D) and breaks up the earth,(E)
    so our bones have been scattered at the mouth(F) of the grave.”

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