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20 I cry for help to you,
    but you won’t answer me;
I stand still,
    but you only look at me.
21 You changed toward me, and now you’re cruel to me;
    with your mighty hand you are persecuting me;
22 you carried me off in a wind storm,
    making me ride on it
        while you toss me about as the storm roars around me.

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