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