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 binds me about as the collar of my coat.
19 “He has cast me into the (C)mire,
And I have become like dust and ashes.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 30:17 Lit from upon