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My breath is repulsive 1 to my wife; I am loathsome 2 to my brothers. 3
For I am full of words, and the spirit within me 1 constrains me. 2
because it 1 did not shut the doors 2 of my mother’s womb on me, 3 nor did it hide trouble 4 from my eyes!
Inside I am like wine which has no outlet, 1 like new wineskins 2 ready to burst!
O 1 my son, O son of my womb, O son 2 of my vows,
Will the Lord accept a thousand rams, or ten thousand streams of olive oil? Should I give him my firstborn child as payment for my rebellion, my offspring – my own flesh and blood – for my sin? 1
I listened and my stomach churned; 1 the sound made my lips quiver. My frame went limp, as if my bones were decaying, 2 and I shook as I tried to walk. 3 I long 4 for the day of distress to come upon 5 the people who attack us.