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17 Night pierces my bones,
but my gnawing pains never rest.(A)
18 My clothing is distorted with great force;
he chokes me by the neck of my garment.[a]
19 He throws me into the mud,
and I have become like dust and ashes.(B)

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  1. 30:18 Hb obscure