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17 My ruach is broken, my yamim are extinct, the kevarim are ready for me.

Does not hatulim (mockery) surround me? And doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

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17 My spirit(A) is broken,
    my days are cut short,(B)
    the grave awaits me.(C)
Surely mockers(D) surround me;(E)
    my eyes must dwell on their hostility.

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