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13 His (A)arrows surround me.
Without mercy He splits my kidneys open;
He pours out (B)my gall on the ground.
14 He (C)breaks through me with breach after breach;
He (D)runs at me like a warrior.
15 I have sewed (E)sackcloth over my skin
And (F)thrust my horn in the dust.

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