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20 As a dream from awakening, O Lord, In awaking, their image Thou despisest.

21 For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,

22 And I am brutish, and do not know. A beast I have been with Thee.

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20 They are like a dream(A) when one awakes;(B)
    when you arise, Lord,
    you will despise them as fantasies.(C)

21 When my heart was grieved
    and my spirit embittered,
22 I was senseless(D) and ignorant;
    I was a brute beast(E) before you.

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