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And if my head exalt itself, thou huntest me as a lion; And again thou showest thyself marvellous upon me.
His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; And they tell of the sorrow of those whom thou hast wounded.
And are not
But put forth thy hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will renounce thee to thy face.
If the men of my tent have not said, Who can find one that hath not been filled with his meat?
and I will put it into the hand of them that afflict thee, that have said to thy soul, Bow down, that we may go over; and thou hast laid thy back as the ground, and as the street, to them that go over.
who also eat the flesh of my people, and flay their skin from off them, and break their bones, and chop them in pieces, as for the pot, and as flesh within the caldron.