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13 Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.

14 He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.

15 Sackcloth I have sewed on my skin, And have rolled in the dust my horn.

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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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