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22 Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade,
And mine arm be broken from the bone.
23 For calamity from God is a terror to me,
And by reason of his majesty I can do nothing.

24 If I have made gold my hope,
And have said to the fine gold, Thou art my confidence;

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22 then let my arm fall from the shoulder,
    let it be broken off at the joint.(A)
23 For I dreaded destruction from God,(B)
    and for fear of his splendor(C) I could not do such things.(D)

24 “If I have put my trust in gold(E)
    or said to pure gold, ‘You are my security,’(F)

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