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15 (A)Terrors are turned against me;
They pursue my nobility as the wind,
And my hope for salvation has passed away (B)like a cloud.

16 “And now (C)my soul is poured out [a]within me;
Days of affliction have seized me.
17 At night it pierces (D)my bones [b]within me,
And my gnawing pains take no rest.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 30:16 Lit upon
  2. Job 30:17 Lit from upon