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13 His archers surround me.
    He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare.
    He pours out my bile on the ground.
14 He breaks me with breach on breach.
    He runs at me like a giant.
15 I have sewed sackcloth on my skin,
    and have thrust my horn in 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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