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For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea;
    therefore my words have been rash.(A)
For the arrows of the Almighty[a] are in me;
    my spirit drinks their poison;
    the terrors of God are arrayed against me.(B)
Does the wild ass bray over its grass
    or the ox low over its fodder?

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  1. 6.4 Traditional rendering of Heb Shaddai