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12 “He tore me apart when I was at ease;
    grabbing me by my neck, he shook me to pieces—
        then he really made me his target.
13 His archers surround me,
    slashing open my kidneys without pity;
        he pours out my gall on the ground.
14 Attack follows attack as he breaks through my defenses!
    He runs over me like a mighty warrior.

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