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14 Why rend I my flesh with my teeth, and bear my life in mine hands?

15 Yea, though God slay me, I shall hope in him; nevertheless I shall prove my ways in his sight. (Yea, even if God shall kill me, I shall still hope, or trust, in him; and I shall still argue my case before him.)

16 And he shall be my saviour; for why each hypocrite shall not come in his sight (for no hypocrite shall ever come before him).

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