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1 In the month of Nisan, in Artaxerxes' twentieth year as king, after some wine was brought for the king, I picked up the cup of wine and gave it to the king. I had never been sad in his presence before. 2 The king asked me, |Why do you look so sad? You aren't sick, are you? You must be troubled about something.| (I was really afraid.) 3 |May the king live forever!| I said to the king. |Why shouldn't I look sad when the city, the place where my ancestors are buried, is in ruins and its gates are burned down?| Nehemiah 2:1-3, God's Word Translation. Copyright © 1995 by God's Word to the Nations.
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