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For now it would be heavier than the chol of the seas; therefore my words are impetuous.

For the khitzim (arrows) of Shaddai are in me, the poison whereof drinketh my ruach; the terrors of Eloah do set themselves in array against me.

Doth the pereh (wild donkey) bray when he hath desheh? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?

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