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They break up my path; they promote my 1calamity; they need no one to help them.
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As through a wide 2breach they come; amid the crash they roll on.
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3Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like 4a cloud.
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"And now my soul is 5poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me.
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6The night 7racks my bones, and the pain that 8gnaws me takes no rest.
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With great force my garment is 9disfigured; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.
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God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like 10dust and ashes.
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I cry to you for help and you do not answer me; I stand, and you only look at me.
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You have 11turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you 12persecute me.
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13You lift me up on the wind; you make me ride on it, and you toss me about in the roar of the storm.
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14For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for 15all living.