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38 If my land cries out against me, || And together its furrows weep, 39 If I consumed its strength without money, || And the life of its possessors, I have caused to breathe out, 40 Instead of wheat let a thorn go forth, || And instead of barley a useless weed!” The words of Job are finished. Job 31:38-40, Literal Standard Version. Copyright © 2020 Covenant Press.
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