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15 My greatest fears have overcome me;
    my honor is assaulted as though by a wind storm;
        my prosperity evaporates like a morning cloud.”

Job Accuses God of Mistreating Him

16 “Now, my soul pours itself out;
    the time of my affliction has taken control of me.
17 The night racks my bones;
    and the pain that gnaws on me will not rest.

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