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...am I eased? God hath delivered me to Hie ungodly, and turned me over into the hands of the wicked -- He breaketh me with breach upon breach ; he runneth upon me like a giant :" And another complains, amidst the complicated evils of life, "my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones...

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...round about; he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground. He breaketh me with breach upon breach ; he runneth upon me like a giant. I have sewed sackcloth upon my skin, and defiled my born in the dust. My face is foul with weeping,...

...about ; he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare ; he poureth out my gall upon the ground. He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant. My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death. Not for any injustice in my...

...about ; he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare ; he poureth out my gall upon the ground. He breaketh me with breach upon breach, he runneth upon me like a giant. My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death. Not for any injustice in my...