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13 His archers surround me;
he slashes open my kidneys, and he does not have compassion;
he pours out my gall on the ground.
14 He breached me breach upon breach;[a]
he rushes at me like a warrior.
15 “I have sewed sackcloth on my skin,
and I have inserted my pride[b] in the dust.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 16:14 Literally “breach upon the faces of breach”
  2. Job 16:15 Literally “my horn”

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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