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He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.
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Also when I call and cry out, He hath shut out my prayer.
9
He hath hedged my ways with hewn work, My paths He hath made crooked.
10
A bear lying in wait He [is] to me, A lion in secret hiding-places.
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My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
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He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.
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He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.
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I have been a derision to all my people, Their song all the day.
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He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me [with] wormwood.
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And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
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And Thou castest off from peace my soul, I have forgotten prosperity.