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13     His archers surround me;
He splits open my kidneys and does not pity;
    He pours out my gall upon the ground.
14 He pierces me with thrust after thrust;
    He rushes upon me like a warrior.

15 “I have sewn sackcloth over my skin
    and thrust my horn into the dust.

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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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