Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
13They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
15Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
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