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14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach;
He runneth upon me like a [a]giant.
15 I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin,
And have [b]laid my horn in the dust.
16 My face is red with weeping,
And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

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  1. Job 16:14 Or, mighty man
  2. Job 16:15 Or, defiled

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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