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13     and now his archers surround me.
His arrows pierce me without mercy.
    The ground is wet with my blood.[a]
14 Again and again he smashes against me,
    charging at me like a warrior.
15 I wear burlap to show my grief.
    My pride lies in the dust.

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  1. 16:13 Hebrew my gall.

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