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18 With great force he grasps[a] my clothing;[b]
    it binds me like the neck of my shirt.
19 He hurls me into mud;
    I’m a cliché, like dust and ashes.
20 I cry to you, and you don’t answer;
    I stand up, but you just look at me.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 30:18 LXX
  2. Job 30:18 Heb uncertain

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