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13 I lie down[a] until morning;
    like a lion, so he breaks all my bones;
    from day to night you bring me to an end.
14 Like a horse or a crane, so I chirp;
    I moan like a dove.
My eyes are weak toward the height.
    Lord, I have oppression; lend me support!
15 What can I say? For[b] he has spoken to me,
    and he himself has done it.
I will walk slowly all my years because of the bitterness of my soul.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 38:13 Or “cry out”
  2. Isaiah 38:15 Or “And”