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It was the month of Nisan in the twentieth year Artaxerxes was king. He wanted some wine, so I took some and gave it to the king. I had not been sad in his presence before.
So the king said, "Why does your face look sad even though you are not sick? Your heart must be sad." Then I was very afraid.