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15 He hath filled me with bitternesse, and geuen me wormewood to drinke. 16 He hath smitten my teeth in peeces with stones, and roulled me in the dust. 17 He hath put my soule out of rest, I forget all good thinges. 18 I thought in my selfe, I am vndone, there is no hope for me in the Lorde. 19 O remember yet my miserie and my trouble, the wormewood and the gall. 20 Yea thou shalt remember them, for my soule melteth away in me. Lamentations 3:15-20, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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