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14 They open wide their mouths against me,
like a tearing, roaring lion.
15 I am poured out like water,
    and all my bones are disjointed.
My heart is like wax—
    melting within my innards.
16 My strength is dried up like a clay pot,
my tongue clings to my jaws.
You lay me in the dust of death.

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