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Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me, they have cast off restraint in my presence.
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On my 1right hand the rabble rise; they push away my feet; they 2cast up against me their ways of destruction.
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They break up my path; they promote my 3calamity; they need no one to help them.
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As through a wide 4breach they come; amid the crash they roll on.
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5Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like 6a cloud.
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"And now my soul is 7poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me.
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8The night 9racks my bones, and the pain that 10gnaws me takes no rest.
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With great force my garment is 11disfigured; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.
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God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like 12dust and ashes.
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I cry to you for help and you do not answer me; I stand, and you only look at me.
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You have 13turned cruel to me; with the might of your hand you 14persecute me.