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14 He broke me with breach upon breach; he ran upon me like a giant.

15 I have sewn sackcloth upon my skin and put dust over my head.

16 My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death,

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14 Again and again(A) he bursts upon me;
    he rushes at me like a warrior.(B)

15 “I have sewed sackcloth(C) over my skin
    and buried my brow in the dust.(D)
16 My face is red with weeping,(E)
    dark shadows ring my eyes;(F)

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