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Terrors are turned upon me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
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"And now my soul is poured out because of my plight; The days of affliction take hold of me.
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My bones are pierced in me at night, And my gnawing pains take no rest.
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By great force my garment is disfigured; It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
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He has cast me into the mire, And I have become like dust and ashes.
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"I cry out to You, but You do not answer me; I stand up, and You regard me.
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But You have become cruel to me; With the strength of Your hand You oppose me.
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You lift me up to the wind and cause me to ride on it; You spoil my success.
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For I know that You will bring me to death, And to the house appointed for all living.
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"Surely He would not stretch out His hand against a heap of ruins, If they cry out when He destroys it.
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Have I not wept for him who was in trouble? Has not my soul grieved for the poor?