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14 I behaved as to my friend, or as to my brother. I humbled myself, mourning as one who bewails his mother.

15 But they rejoiced in my adversity and gathered themselves together. The strikers assembled themselves against me, and I did not know. They tore me and did not cease,

16 with the false scoffers at banquets gnashing their teeth against me.

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