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13     I cry out even until the dawn.
Like a lion he breaks all my bones;
    from morning to night you make an end of me.(A)
14 Like a swallow I chirp;
    I moan like a dove.
My eyes grow weary looking heavenward:
    Lord, I am overwhelmed; go security for me!
15 [a]What am I to say or tell him?
    He is the one who has done it!
All my sleep has fled,
    because of the bitterness of my soul.

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  1. 38:15–16 The Hebrew text is very problematic and its meaning uncertain.