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22 then let my arm fall from its socket,
and let my forearm be broken at the elbow!
23 For calamity from God has always terrified me;
before his majesty I could never do a thing [like that].

24 “If I made gold my hope,
if I said to fine gold, ‘You are my security,’

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22 then let my arm fall from the shoulder,
    let it be broken off at the joint.(A)
23 For I dreaded destruction from God,(B)
    and for fear of his splendor(C) I could not do such things.(D)

24 “If I have put my trust in gold(E)
    or said to pure gold, ‘You are my security,’(F)

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