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Discovery Box| (1.0000038626609) | Psa 129:6 |
| May they be like the grass on the rooftops which withers before one can even pull it up, 1 |
| (0.85516137339056) | Psa 22:15 |
| The roof of my mouth 1 is as dry as a piece of pottery; my tongue sticks to my gums. 2 You 3 set me in the dust of death. 4 |
