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13 He shot me in the kidneys
    with the arrows from his ·bag [quiver; Job 16:13].
14 I was a joke to all my people,
    who make fun of me with ·songs [mocking songs] all day long [Ps. 22:7; 69:12; 119:51].
15 ·The Lord [L He] filled me with ·misery [bitterness];
    he made me drunk with ·suffering [affliction; L wormwood; gall; C a bitter-tasting herb].

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13 He shot me in the stomach
    with his arrows.
14 I have become a joke to all my people.
    All day long they sing songs about me and make fun of me.
15 He gave me this poison to drink.
    He filled me with this bitter drink.

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