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10 They hate me
    and they do not come near me.
When they see me,
    they spit at my face.
11 God has made me weak and helpless.
    People do to me anything that they want to do.
12 From one side, the crowd attacks me.
    They make me run away.
They are like an army that builds a road
    to come and attack me.

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