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Your arrows have wounded me,
    and your hand has come down on me.
My body is sick from your punishment.
    Even my bones are not healthy because of my sin.
My guilt has overwhelmed me;
    like a load it weighs me down.

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For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.

There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.

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