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As through a wide 1breach they come; amid the crash they roll on.
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2Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like 3a cloud.
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"And now my soul is 4poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me.
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5The night 6racks my bones, and the pain that 7gnaws me takes no rest.
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With great force my garment is 8disfigured; 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 9dust 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 10turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you 11persecute me.
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12You 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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13For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for 14all living.
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"Yet does not one in a 15heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?
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Did not I 16weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
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But 17when I hoped for good, evil came, and when I waited for light, 18darkness came.
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My inward parts are in turmoil and never still; days of affliction 19come to meet me.
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I 20go about darkened, but not by the sun; I stand up in 21the assembly and cry for help.
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I am a brother of 22jackals and a companion of 23ostriches.
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My 24skin turns black and falls from me, and my 25bones burn with heat.
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My 26lyre is 27turned to mourning, and my 28pipe to the voice of those who weep.