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I gave my back to the smiters, and my cheeks to them that plucked off the hair: I hid not my face from shame and spitting.

¶ For the Lord God will help me; therefore shall I not be confounded: therefore have I set my face like a flint, and I know that I shall not be ashamed.

He is near that justifieth me; who will contend with me? let us stand together: who is mine adversary? let him come near to me.

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