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10 I said, |Must I leave in the prime of my life? Must I be consigned to the control of Sheol? Bitter are my years!| 11 I said, |I won't see the LORD in the land of the living; and I'll no longer observe human beings among the denizens of the grave. 12 My house has been plucked up and vanishes from me like a shepherd's tent; like a weaver, I've taken account of my life, and he cuts me off from the loom— day and night you make an end of me. Isaiah 38:10-12, Intl. Standard Version. Copyright © 1995-2014 by ISV Foundation.
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