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I would (rather) make you strong by my mouth, and I would move my lips as sparing you. (But I would rather make you strong with my mouth, yea, with encouraging words, and I would rather move my lips to say things to comfort you.)

But what shall I do? If I speak, my sorrow resteth not; and if I am still, it goeth not away from me.

But now my sorrow hath oppressed me, and all my limbs be driven into nought.

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