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Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help.
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Many bulls have compassed me: strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.
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They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion.
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I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
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My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
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For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet.
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I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me.
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They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.
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But be not thou far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste thee to help me.