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- Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches of one that is desperate, which are as wind?
- Yea, ye overwhelm the fatherless, and ye dig a pit for your friend.
- Now therefore be content, look upon me; for it is evident unto you if I lie.
- Return, I pray you, let it not be iniquity; yea, return again, my righteousness is in it.
- Is there iniquity in my tongue? cannot my taste discern perverse things?
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