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With great force my garment is 1disfigured; 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 2dust 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 3turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you 4persecute me.
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5You 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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6For I know that you will bring me to death and to the house appointed for 7all living.
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"Yet does not one in a 8heap of ruins stretch out his hand, and in his disaster cry for help?
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Did not I 9weep for him whose day was hard? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?
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But 10when I hoped for good, evil came, and when I waited for light, 11darkness came.
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My inward parts are in turmoil and never still; days of affliction 12come to meet me.
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I 13go about darkened, but not by the sun; I stand up in 14the assembly and cry for help.