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18 O earth, cover not thou my blood,
And let my cry [a]have no resting-place.
19 Even now, behold, my witness is in heaven,
And he that voucheth for me is on high.
20 My friends scoff at me:
But mine eye poureth out tears unto God,

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  1. Job 16:18 Or, have no more place