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1 “But now those younger than I mock me, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock. 2 “Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me? Vigor had perished from them. 3 “From want and famine they are gaunt Who gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation, 4 Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom shrub. Job 30:1-4, New American Standard 1995. Copyright © 1995 by The Lockman Foundation.
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