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Wherefore, when I came, was there no man?
when I called, was there none to answer?
Is my hand shortened at all, that it cannot redeem?
or have I no power to deliver?
behold, at my rebuke I dry up the sea,
I make the rivers a wilderness:
their fish stinketh, because there is no water,
and dieth for thirst.
I clothe the heavens with blackness,
and I make sackcloth their covering.

The Lord God hath given me the tongue of the learned,
that I should know how to speak a word in season to him that is weary:
he wakeneth morning by morning,
he wakeneth mine ear to hear as the learned.

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