My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death
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This line rewards steadiness over drama. It points toward resilience with enough room for resilience.
Read plainly, it is less a slogan than a working posture. The value appears over time, in repeated choices rather than one emotional moment.
Its durability comes from proportion: clear about hardship, clear about agency, and resistant to both panic and grandstanding.
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