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