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16 “And now my soul is poured out within me;
    days of affliction have taken hold of me.(A)
17 The night racks my bones,
    and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.
18 With violence he seizes my garment;[a]
    he grasps me by[b] the collar of my tunic.
19 He has cast me into the mire,
    and I have become like dust and ashes.(B)

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Footnotes

  1. 30.18 Gk: Heb my garment is disfigured
  2. 30.18 Heb like