15 You would call, and I would answer you. You would have a desire to the work of your hands.
16 But now you number my steps. Don't you watch over my sin?
17 My disobedience is sealed up in a bag. You fasten up my iniquity.
18 'But the mountain falling comes to nothing; The rock is removed out of its place;
19 The waters wear the stones; The torrents of it wash away the dust of the earth: So you destroy the hope of man.
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