| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - My heart has turned to wax; it has melted away within me.My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.Dogs have surrounded me; a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet.I can count all my bones; people stare and gloat over me.They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.W
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