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Yes, when the storm rose high, when a horrible dread overwhelmed one who had been without God in the world, his soul would loathe all manner of meat.It would be unpleasing and irksome to him.He would be impatient of anything that should interrupt his ceaseless cry, Lord save, or I perish.
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Yea, when the storm rose high, when an horrible dread overwhelmed one who had been without God in the world; his soul would loath all manner of meat; it would be unpleasing and irksom to him. He would be impatient of any thing that should interrupt his ceaseless cry, Lord save! or I perish.