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My soul has wrestled with her. In my conduct I was exact. I spread out my hands to the sky above, and bewailed my ignorances of her.
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ExplanationCommentary
Verse 19. After her. Being convinced that prayer is requisite for the preservation and improvement of such a treasure. See 3 Kennicott. 3:8. Calmet.—And. Greek “from the flower as of a ripening grape. My heart,” and so forth
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