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Unformatted text preview: on me. 30:17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews
take no rest. 30:18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it
bindeth me about as the collar of my coat. 30:19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and
ashes. 30:20 I cry unto thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou
regardest me not. 30:21 Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest
thyself against me. 30:22 Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it,
and dissolvest my substance. 30:23 For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house
appointed for all living. 30:24 Howbeit he will not stretch out his hand to the grave, though
they cry in his destruction. 30:25 Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul
grieved for the poor? 30:26 When I looked for good, then evil came
unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness. 30:27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction
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