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10 They despise me and keep their distance.
They do not hesitate to spit in my face.

11 God has unhooked my bowstring,[a]
and he has afflicted me,
so they throw off all restraint in my presence.
12 At my right hand this rabble rises up like a mob.
They trip my feet.
They besiege me with their plans to destroy me.

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  1. Job 30:11 Or tent cord