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For the congregation

Of hypocrites

Shall be desolate

And consumed by fire

Thou destroyest

The hope of man

And send him away

His flesh shall have pain

He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me

He gnasheth upon me with his teeth

Mine enemy sharpeneth -his eyes- upon me

God hath delivered me to the ungodly

And turned me over...

Into the hands of the wicked

I...was at ease

But he hath broken me asunder

He hath taken me by the neck

And shaken me to pieces

Before my wounded eyes the shadow of death

O Earth, cover not my blood, and let my cry have no peace

How long will ye vex my soul

And break me to shivers with thy words?

Why do ye persecute me as God

Are ye not satisfied with my flesh?

My breath is corrupt

My days extinct

The graves ready for me

They shall go down to the bars of the pit

When our rest together is in the dust