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13 I have set [Him] till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.

14 As a crane -- a swallow -- so I chatter, I mourn as a dove, Drawn up have been mine eyes on high, O Jehovah, oppression [is] on me, be my surety.

15 -- What do I say? seeing He said to me, And He Himself hath wrought, I go softly all my years for the bitterness of my soul.

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13 I waited patiently(A) till dawn,
    but like a lion he broke(B) all my bones;(C)
    day and night(D) you made an end of me.
14 I cried like a swift or thrush,
    I moaned like a mourning dove.(E)
My eyes grew weak(F) as I looked to the heavens.
    I am being threatened; Lord, come to my aid!”(G)

15 But what can I say?(H)
    He has spoken to me, and he himself has done this.(I)
I will walk humbly(J) all my years
    because of this anguish of my soul.(K)

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