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14 He breaks through my defences again and again;[a]
he charges at me like a warrior.(A)

15 I have sewn sackcloth over my skin;
I have buried my strength[b] in the dust.(B)
16 My face has grown red with weeping,
and darkness(C) covers my eyes,

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Footnotes

  1. 16:14 Lit through me, breach on breach
  2. 16:15 Lit horn