14 As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves `upon me'.
15 Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17 In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the `pains' that gnaw me take no rest.
18 By `God's' great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
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