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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 3:17-20, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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