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14 My strength has gone,
    like water that is poured away.
My bones do not join together properly.
I feel weak inside
    and hope has disappeared.
15 My mouth has become dry like a piece of a broken pot.
    My tongue sticks to my mouth.
You have left me down in the dirt,
    as good as dead!

16 Wicked people are everywhere around me.
They are ready to attack me,
    like a group of wild dogs.
They tear apart my hands and my feet.

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