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But what shall I do? If I speak, my pain will not rest: and if I hold my peace, it will not depart from me.

But now my sorrow hath oppressed me, and all my limbs are brought to nothing.

My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a false speaker riseth up against my face, contradicting me.

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Surely, God, you have worn me out;(A)
    you have devastated my entire household.(B)
You have shriveled me up—and it has become a witness;
    my gauntness(C) rises up and testifies against me.(D)
God assails me and tears(E) me in his anger(F)
    and gnashes his teeth at me;(G)
    my opponent fastens on me his piercing eyes.(H)

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