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13 From on high He sent fire into my bones
    and it overcame them.
He spread out a net for my feet;
    He turned me back.
He made me desolate,
    faint all the day long.
14 My transgressions are bound into a yoke,
        woven together by His hand.
    They have come upon my neck
        and He has sapped my strength.
    The Lord delivered me over
    to those I cannot withstand.
15 The Lord has rejected
    all the mighty ones in my midst.
He has summoned an assembly against me
    to crush my young men.
In a winepress the Lord has trampled[a]
    the virgin daughter of Judah.

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