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18 My clothes are disheveled by his forceful treatment of me;[a]
    he restricts my movement like the collar of my cloak.

19 “He tossed me into the mire;
    I’ve become like dust and ashes.
20 I cry for help to you,
    but you won’t answer me;
I stand still,
    but you only look at me.

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  1. Job 30:18 The Heb. lacks of me