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17 At night it pierces (A)my bones [a]within me,
And my gnawing pains take no rest.
18 By a great force my garment is (B)distorted;
It seizes me about as the collar of my tunic.
19 He has cast me into the (C)mire,
And I have become like dust and ashes.

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  1. Job 30:17 Lit from upon