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13 I reckoned till morning that, as a lion, so will He break all my bones; from day even to night wilt Thou make an end of me.”

14 Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter; I did mourn as a dove; mine eyes fail with looking upward. O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me!

15 What shall I say? He hath both spoken unto me, and Himself hath done it. I shall go softly all my years in the bitterness of my soul.

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