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1 And now the younger than I laughed upon me, which I rejected their fathers to set with the dogs of my flock. 2 Also the strength of their hands wherefore to me? Upon them old age perished. 3 In want and in hunger, barren, gnawing the dry land, yesternight desolation and burning. 4 Plucking off sea purslain upon the shrub, the root of broom their bread. 5 They shall be driven forth from the midst, they shall cry after them as a thief: 6 To dwell in the horror of the valleys, holes of the dust, and the rocks. 7 Between the shrubs they will bray; they will be poured out under the thorn bush. 8 The sons of the foolish one, also the sons of no name: they were beaten from the land. Job 30:1-8, Smith's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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