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1 “ And now they laugh at me, the fewer in days than I, whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock. 2 Indeed, the strength of their hands, what is it to me? Upon them vigor has perished, 3 in poverty and in harsh hunger, ones gnawing the dry ground by night, in ruin and desolation. 4 They are plucking mallow among the brush, and the root of the broom tree is their bread. Job 30:1-4, Berean Literal Bible. Public domain.
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