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| Now am I their song, yea, I am their byword. They abhor Me, they flee far from Me, and spare not to spit in My face. (Job 30:9‑10) |
| They that sit in the gate speak against Me; and I was the song of the drunkards. (Psa. 69:12) |
| I gave My back to the smiters, and My cheeks to them that plucked off the hair: I hid not My face from shame and spitting. (Isa. 50:6) |
| Thou countenance transcendent! Thou life-creating Sun! To worlds on Thee dependent — Yet bruised and spit upon: O Lord! what Thee tormented Was our sin’s heavy load; We had the debt augmented Which Thou didst pay in blood. |
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| Christians Daily Calendar Blog by Bible Truth Publishers |