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16 My face is red with weeping,
And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
17 Although there is no violence in my hands,
And my prayer is pure.

18 O earth, cover not thou my blood,
And let my cry [a]have no resting-place.

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  1. Job 16:18 Or, have no more place