17 I never sat(A) in the company of revelers,
    never made merry with them;
I sat alone because your hand(B) was on me
    and you had filled me with indignation.
18 Why is my pain unending
    and my wound grievous and incurable?(C)
You are to me like a deceptive brook,
    like a spring that fails.(D)

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