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He breaks me with wound upon wound; He runs at me like a warrior.
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"I have sewn sackcloth over my skin, And laid my head in the dust.
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My face is flushed from weeping, And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;
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Although no violence is in my hands, And my prayer is pure.
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"O earth, do not cover my blood, And let my cry have no resting place!
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Surely even now my witness is in heaven, And my evidence is on high.
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My friends scorn me; My eyes pour out tears to God.
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Oh, that one might plead for a man with God, As a man pleads for his neighbor!
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For when a few years are finished, I shall go the way of no return.