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17 My spirit is broken;
    the days of my life are almost gone.
    The grave is waiting for me.
Those who laugh at me surround me;
    I watch them insult me.

“God, make me a promise.
    No one will make a pledge for me.

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17 My spirit(A) is broken,
    my days are cut short,(B)
    the grave awaits me.(C)
Surely mockers(D) surround me;(E)
    my eyes must dwell on their hostility.

“Give me, O God, the pledge you demand.(F)
    Who else will put up security(G) for me?(H)

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