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I cannot eat that kind of food.
    It makes me ill.

I want God to give me what I ask him for.
    I want him to answer my prayer.
I would like him to destroy me.
    He should kill me himself.

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The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.

Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!

Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

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My soul refuses to touch them;
They are as loathsome food to me.

“Oh, that I might have my request,
That God would grant me the thing that I long for!
That it would please God to crush me,
That He would loose His hand and (A)cut me off!

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