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Her Nazirites were purer than snow, they were whiter than milk; they were more ruddy in body than rubies, their polishing was of sapphire.

Now their visage is blacker than coal; they are not known in the streets; their skin cleaveth to their bones, it is withered, it has become like a stick.

They that are slain with the sword are better than they that are slain with hunger; for these pine away, stricken through for want of the fruits of the field.

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