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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. 5 “They are driven from the community; They shout against them as against a thief, 6 So that they dwell in dreadful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks. 7 “Among the bushes they cry out; Under the nettles they are gathered together. Job 30:1-7, New American Standard 1995. Copyright © 1995 by The Lockman Foundation.
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