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13 His archers surround me;
    he cuts my kidneys open without pity and doesn’t care,
        pours my gall on the ground,
14     bursts me open over and over,
        runs against me like a strong man.
15 I’ve sewed rough cloth over my skin
    and buried my dignity in the dust.

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13     his archers surround me.(A)
Without pity, he pierces(B) my kidneys
    and spills my gall on the ground.
14 Again and again(C) he bursts upon me;
    he rushes at me like a warrior.(D)

15 “I have sewed sackcloth(E) over my skin
    and buried my brow in the dust.(F)

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13 His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.

14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.

15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.

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