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13 “All night I moaned; it was like being torn apart by lions. 14 Delirious, I chattered like a swallow and mourned like a dove; my eyes grew weary of looking up for help. ‘O God,’ I cried, ‘I am in trouble—help me.’ 15 But what can I say? For he himself has sent this sickness. All my sleep has fled because of my soul’s bitterness.

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13 I waited patiently(A) till dawn,
    but like a lion he broke(B) all my bones;(C)
    day and night(D) you made an end of me.
14 I cried like a swift or thrush,
    I moaned like a mourning dove.(E)
My eyes grew weak(F) as I looked to the heavens.
    I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”(G)

15 But what can I say?(H)
    He has spoken to me, and he himself has done this.(I)
I will walk humbly(J) all my years
    because of this anguish of my soul.(K)

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