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Job 9
... I could only plead with my Judge for mercy.
He would crush me with a storm and multiply my wounds ...
He would not let me regain my breath but would overwhelm me with
misery.
... ek sou Hom, my Regter, net om genade kon
smeek.
... want dit is Hy wat my met 'n stormwind pynig, wat my baie
wonde slaan
... wat my nie kans gun om asem te skep nie, maar my deurdrenk
met bitter lyding.
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