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- Or why was I not hidden in the ground like a stillborn child, like an infant who never saw the light of day?
- There the wicked cease from turmoil, and there the weary are at rest.
- Captives also enjoy their ease; they no longer hear the slave driver's shout.
- The small and the great are there, and the slave is freed from his master.
- "Why is light given to those in misery, and life to the bitter of soul,
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