Job 30:8-18
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8 They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
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9 And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
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10 They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
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11 Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
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12 Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
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13 They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
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14 They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
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15 Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
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16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
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17 My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
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18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.