13 I thought until the morning:
He will break all my bones like a lion;
You make an end of me day and night.
14 I chirp like a swallow or a crane;
I moan like a dove.(A)
My eyes grow weak looking upward.
Lord, I am oppressed; support me.(B)

15 What can I say?
He has spoken to me,
and He Himself has done it.
I walk along slowly all my years(C)
because of the bitterness of my soul,(D)

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