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1The night 2racks my bones, and the pain that 3gnaws me takes no rest.
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With great force my garment is 4disfigured; 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 5dust 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 6turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you 7persecute me.
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8You 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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9For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for 10all living.
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"Yet does not one in a 11heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?
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Did not I 12weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
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But 13when I hoped for good, evil came, and when I waited for light, 14darkness came.
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My inward parts are in turmoil and never still; days of affliction 15come to meet me.