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They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.

As a snail that melteth he goeth on, [As] an untimely birth of a woman, They have not seen the sun.

Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.

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