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12 Is it nothing to you,
all ye that pass by?
behold, and see if there be any sorrow
like unto my sorrow,
which is done unto me,
wherewith the Lord hath afflicted me
in the day of his fierce anger.
13 From above hath he sent fire into my bones,
and it prevaileth against them:
he hath spread a net for my feet,
he hath turned me back:
he hath made me desolate
and faint all the day.
14 The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand:
they are wreathed,
and come up upon my neck:
he hath made my strength to fall,
the Lord hath delivered me into their hands,
from whom I am not able to rise up.

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