- God hath delivered me to the ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked.
- I was at ease, but he hath broken me asunder: he hath also taken me by my neck, and shaken me to pieces, and set me up for his mark.
- His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.
- He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant.
- I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my horn in the dust.
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- God has turned me over to evil men and thrown me into the clutches of the wicked.
- All was well with me, but he shattered me; he seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target;
- his archers surround me. Without pity, he pierces my kidneys and spills my gall on the ground.
- Again and again he bursts upon me; he rushes at me like a warrior.
- "I have sewed sackcloth over my skin and buried my brow in the dust.
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