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17 Thou wilt cast of my soul from peace: I forgat good. 18 And saying, My glory perished, and my hope from Jehovah: 19 Remembering my affliction and my bitterness, the wormwood and the poison. 20 Remembering, my soul will remember, and will be bowed down upon me. Lamentations 3:17-20, Smith's Literal Translation. Public domain.
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