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Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like c a cloud.
19 God [3] has cast me into the mire, and I have become like i dust and ashes. 20 I cry to you for help and you do not answer me; I stand, and you only look at me.
26 But q when I hoped for good, evil came, and when I waited for light, r darkness came. 27 My inward parts are in turmoil and never still; days of affliction s come to meet me. 28 I t go about darkened, but not by the sun; I stand up in u the assembly and cry for help. 29 I am a brother of v jackals and a companion of w ostriches. 30 My x skin turns black and falls from me, and my y bones burn with heat. 31 My z lyre is a turned to mourning, and my z pipe to the voice of those who weep.
The Spirit of God has made me, and l the breath of the Almighty gives me life.
‘Deliver him from going down into the pit; I have found r a ransom; 25 let his flesh s become fresh with youth; let him return to the days of his youthful vigor’; 26 then man [3] t prays to God, and he accepts him; he u sees his face with a shout of joy, and he v restores to man his righteousness.
