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He hath led me, and brought me into darkness Surely against me is he turned
He turneth his hand against me My flesh and my skin hath he made old
He hath broken my bones Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer
He hath inclosed my ways with hewn stone
He hath made my paths crooked He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces
He hath made me desolate He hath filled me with bitterness
He hath broken my teeth with gravel stones
He hath covered me with ashes
Their heart cried unto the Lord,
let tears run down like a river day and night:
Arise, cry out in the night:
lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children,
that faint for hunger in the top of every street. Thou, O Lord, remainest for ever;
thy throne from generation to generation. Wherefore dost thou forget us for ever,
and forsake us so long time?