17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
18 By the great force [of my disease] is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry to thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me [not].
21 Thou hast become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
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