I have in a manner no more radical moisture left in me than is in a dry potsherd. My tongue eleaveth to my jaws, through that excessive thirst and drought. See 1 Thessalonians 19:20. Thou hast brought me into the dust of death; partly by thy providence delivering me into the power of mine enemies, and partly by thy terrors in my mind and soul.

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