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38 If against me my land doth cry out, And together its furrows weep,

39 If its strength I consumed without money, And the life of its possessors, I have caused to breathe out,

40 Instead of wheat let a thorn go forth, And instead of barley a useless weed! The words of Job are finished.

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38 “if my land cries out against me(A)
    and all its furrows are wet(B) with tears,
39 if I have devoured its yield without payment(C)
    or broken the spirit of its tenants,(D)
40 then let briers(E) come up instead of wheat
    and stinkweed(F) instead of barley.”

The words of Job are ended.(G)

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