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12 |He tore me apart when I was at ease; grabbing me by my neck, he shook me to pieces— then he really made me his target. 13 His archers surround me, slashing open my kidneys without pity; he pours out my gall on the ground. Job 16:12-13, Intl. Standard Version. Copyright © 1995-2014 by ISV Foundation.
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