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17 I never sat in the company of revelers
    nor made merry.
    Because of Your hand I sat alone,
    for You filled me with indignation.
18 Why is my pain unending
    and my wound incurable, refusing to be healed?
    Will You be to me like a mirage
        of water that is undependable?

19 Therefore thus says Adonai:
    “If you return, I will restore you,
        you will stand before Me.
    If you extract the precious from the worthless,
        you will be as My mouth.
    Let them turn to you,
        but you must not turn to them.

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