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13His archers surround me. He pierces my kidneys without mercy and spills my gall on the ground. 14He breaks me with wound upon wound; He rushes me like a mighty warrior. 15I have sewn sackcloth over my skin; I have buried my horn in the dust. 16My face is red with weeping, and deep shadows ring my eyes; 17yet my hands are free of violence and my prayer is pure.