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The Prophet’s Anguish

I am the man who has seen affliction
    by the rod of His wrath.
He has driven and brought me
    into darkness without any light.
Surely against me has He turned His hand
    continually, the whole day long.

My flesh and my skin He has made waste away;
    He has broken my bones;
He has besieged and enveloped me
    with gall and travail.
He has set me in dark places,
    like the dead of long ago.

He has hedged me in so that I cannot get out;
    He has made my chain heavy.
Even when I cry for help,
    He shuts out my prayer.
He has blocked my ways with hewn stone;
    He has made my paths crooked.

10 He is to me a bear lying in wait,
    a lion in hiding.
11 He has turned aside my ways and torn me in pieces;
    He has made me desolate.
12 He has bent His bow
    and set me as a target for the arrow.

13 He has caused the arrows of His quiver
    to pierce my inward parts.
14 I have become the derision of all my people,
    their mocking song all the day.
15 He has filled me with bitterness,
    He has sated me with wormwood.

16 He has made my teeth grind on gravel,
    and covered me with ashes.
17 My soul is bereft of peace;
    I have forgotten prosperity.
18 So I say, “My strength and my hope
    from the Lord have perished.”

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