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And, behold, one like the similitude of the sons of mentouched my lips: then I opened my mouth, and spake, and said unto him that stood before me, O my lord, by the vision my sorrows are turned upon me, and I have retained no strength.
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For howcan the servant of this my lordtalk with this my lord? for as for me, straightway there remained no strength in me, neither is there breathleft in me.