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1 “And now, laughed at me, || Have the younger in days than I, || Whose fathers I have loathed to set || With the dogs of my flock. 2 Also—the power of their hands, why [is it] to me? On them old age has perished. 3 With want and with harsh famine, || They are gnawing a dry place [in] the recent night, || [In] desolation and ruin, 4 Those cropping mallows near a shrub, || And their food [is] root of broom trees. Job 30:1-4, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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