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For the arrows of the Almighty are in me,(A)
    and my spirit drinks in their poison;
    the terrors of God are arrayed against me.

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12 He bent his bow, and set me up
    as a target for his arrow.(A)

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11 My life is worn out by sorrow,
    and my years by sighing.
My strength fails in my affliction;
    my bones are wearing down.(A)

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They devise wicked schemes,
    conceal the schemes they devise;
    the designs of their hearts are hidden.(A)

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