THIRTEEN VERSES

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I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
When I thought to know this, it was too painful for me;
Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
All that hate me whisper together against me: against me do they devise my hurt.
I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
I am weary of my crying: my throat is dried: mine eyes fail while I wait for my God.
Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice.
My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.

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