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|Lamentações 3:11| he led me off my way and tore me to pieces; he has made me desolate;

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|Lamentações 3:12| he bent his bow and set me as a mark for his arrow.

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|Lamentações 3:13| He shot into my vitals the arrows of his quiver;

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|Lamentações 3:14| I have become the laughingstock of all my people, the object of their taunt-songs all day long.

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|Lamentações 3:15| He has filled me with bitterness, he has sated me with wormwood.

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|Lamentações 3:16| He has made my teeth grind on gravel, and made me cower in ashes;

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|Lamentações 3:17| my soul is bereft of peace; I have forgotten what happiness is;

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|Lamentações 3:18| so I say, “Gone is my glory, and all that I had hoped for from the LORD.”

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|Lamentações 3:19| The thought of my affliction and my homelessness is wormwood and gall!

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|Lamentações 3:20| My soul continually thinks of it and is bowed down within me.