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38 If my land crieth against me, and his furrows weep with it (and its furrows weep with it);

39 if I ate (the) fruits thereof without money, and I tormented the soul of (the) earth-tillers of it;

40 a briar grow to me for wheat, and a thorn for barley. (then let briars grow for me instead of wheat, and thorns instead of barley. And so Job’s words were ended.)

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