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For my days are vanished like smoke: and my bones are grown dry like fuel for the fire.

I am smitten as grass, and my heart is withered: because I forgot to eat my bread.

Through the voice of my groaning, my bone hath cleaved to my flesh.

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The perverse of heart(A) shall be far from me;
    I will have nothing to do with what is evil.

Whoever slanders their neighbor(B) in secret,
    I will put to silence;
whoever has haughty eyes(C) and a proud heart,
    I will not tolerate.

My eyes will be on the faithful in the land,
    that they may dwell with me;
the one whose walk is blameless(D)
    will minister to me.

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