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All inhabitants of the world, both low and high, rich and poor, together, my mouth shall speak wisdom. The meditation of my heart shall be understanding. I will incline my ear to a proverb. I will solve my riddle to the music of the harp. Sorry, this sounds like exactly out of proverbsyexactlyverse five. Why should i fear in times of trouble, when the iniquity of my persecutor surrounds me? Truly no ransom avails for one's life. There is no price one can give to god for it. That one should live on forever and never see the grave. When we look at the wise they die. Fool and d