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For Thine arrows stick fast in me, and Thy hand presseth me sorely.

There is no soundness in my flesh, because of Thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones, because of my sin.

For mine iniquities have gone over mine head; as a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.

My wounds are foul and corrupt because of my foolishness.

I am troubled, I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease, and there is no soundness in my flesh.

I am feeble and sorely broken; I have groaned because of the disquiet of my heart.

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