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"What strength do I have, that I should hope? And what is my end, that I should prolong my life?
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Is my strength the strength of stones? Or is my flesh bronze?
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Is my help not within me? And is success driven from me?
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"To him who is afflicted, kindness should be shown by his friend, Even though he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
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My brothers have dealt deceitfully like a brook, Like the streams of the brooks that pass away,
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Which are dark because of the ice, And into which the snow vanishes.
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When it is warm, they cease to flow; When it is hot, they vanish from their place.
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The paths of their way turn aside, They go nowhere and perish.
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The caravans of Tema look, The travelers of Sheba hope for them.
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They are disappointed because they were confident; They come there and are confused.
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For now you are nothing, You see terror and are afraid.