14 Why, O Jehovah, castest Thou off my soul? Thou hidest Thy face from me.
15 I 'am' afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors -- I pine away.
16 Over me hath Thy wrath passed, Thy terrors have cut me off,
17 They have surrounded me as waters all the day, They have gone round against me together,
18 Thou hast put far from me lover and friend, Mine acquaintance 'is' the place of darkness!
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