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When any man hath an issue out of his flesh, |
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Because of his issue he is unclean |
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Every bed whereon he lieth is unclean |
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And everything whereon he sitteth, unclean. |
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And whosoever touches his bed shall be unclean, |
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And he that sitteth whereon he sat shall be unclean. |
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And he that touches the flesh of the unclean becomes unclean, |
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And he that be spat on by him unclean, becomes unclean. |
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And whosoever touches anything under him shall be unclean. |
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And he that beareth any of those things shall be unclean. |
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And what saddle soever he rideth upon is unclean |
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And the vessel of earth that he touches, unclean. |
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And if any man's seed of copulation go out from him, he is unclean. |
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Every garment, every skin whereon is the seed, unclean. |
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And the woman with whom this man shall lie will be unclean. |
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And whoever touches her will be unclean. |
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This is the law of the plague, |
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To teach when it is clean and when unclean. |
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And the priest shall look upon the plague. |
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For a rising and for a scab and for a bright spot. |
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And the priest shall shut up he that hath the plague. |
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He shall carry them forth to a place unclean. |
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He shall separate them in their uncleanness. |
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This is the law of the plague: |
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To teach when it is clean and when it is unclean. |
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Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God: |
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Defend me from them that rise up against me. |
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Deliver me from the workers of iniquity, |
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And save me from, save me from bloody men. |
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For lo, they lie and wait for my soul: |
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The wicked are gathered against me; |
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Not for my transgression, not for my sin, O Lord. |
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They run and prepare themselves without my help, without my fault: |
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Awake to help me and behold. |
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Swords are in their lips: for who, say they, doth hear? |
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But thou, O Lord, shall laugh at them. |
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The God of my mercy shall let me see my desire upon mine enemies. |
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Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God: |
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Defend me from them that rise up against me. |
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Deliver me from the workers of iniquity, |
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And save me from bloody men. |
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For lo, they lie and wait for my soul: |
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The mighty are gathered against me; |
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Not for my transgression, not for my sin, O Lord. |
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They run and prepare themselves, |
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Awake to help me and behold. |
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I will sing aloud of thy mercy! |