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15 My strength has dried up like a clay pot,
    and my tongue sticks to the top of my mouth.
    You laid me in the dust of death.
16 Evil people have surrounded me;
    like dogs they have trapped me.
    They have bitten my arms and legs.
17 I can count all my bones;
    people look and stare at me.

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