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20 Look, O Lord, at how distressed I am;
    my stomach churns;
my heart is wrung within me
    because I have been very rebellious.
In the street the sword bereaves;
    in the house it is like death.(A)

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20 “See, Lord, how distressed(A) I am!
    I am in torment(B) within,
and in my heart I am disturbed,(C)
    for I have been most rebellious.(D)
Outside, the sword bereaves;
    inside, there is only death.(E)

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