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Let the righteous strike me; for that is a benefit. And let him reprove me; it shall be as a precious oil that shall not break my head. For after a while, I shall even pray in their miseries.

When their judges are cast down in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.

Our bones lie scattered at the grave’s mouth, as he who hews or digs in the earth.

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