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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.

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13 His archers surround me.
    He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare.
    He pours out my bile on the ground.

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For Your (A)arrows have pressed deep into me,
And (B)Your hand has pressed down upon me.

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For your arrows have pierced me,
    your hand presses hard on me.

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