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12 On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.

13 They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, `He hath no helper.'

14 As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.

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12 On my right(A) the tribe[a] attacks;
    they lay snares(B) for my feet,(C)
    they build their siege ramps against me.(D)
13 They break up my road;(E)
    they succeed in destroying me.(F)
    ‘No one can help him,’ they say.
14 They advance as through a gaping breach;(G)
    amid the ruins they come rolling in.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 30:12 The meaning of the Hebrew for this word is uncertain.