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Terrors are turned loose against me; they chase my dignity away like the wind, and my prosperity has passed by like a cloud.
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Now my life is poured out before my [eyes], and days of suffering have seized me.
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Night pierces my bones, and my gnawing pains never abate.
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My clothing is distorted with great force; He chokes me by the neck of my garment.
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He throws me into the mud, and I have become like dust and ashes.
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I cry out to You for help, but You do not answer me; when I stand up, You [merely] look at me.
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You have turned against me with cruelty; You harass me with Your strong hand.
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You lift me up on the wind and make me ride [it]; You scatter me in the storm.
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Yes, I know that You will lead me to death- the place appointed for all who live.
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Yet no one would stretch out [his] hand against a ruined man when he cries out to him for help because of his distress.
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Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times? Has my soul not grieved for the needy?