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13 ‘I reckoned until the morning, but He broke all my bones like a lion. From day to night will You make an end of me.

14 ‘Like a crane, a swallow, so I chattered. I mourned as a dove. My eyes were lifted up on high. O LORD, it has oppressed me. Comfort me.

15 ‘What shall I say? For He has said it to me, and He has done it. I shall walk weakly in the bitterness of my soul all my years.

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