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They bray among the bushes.
    They are gathered together under the nettles.
They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men.
    They were flogged out of the land.

“Now I have become their song.
    Yes, I am a byword to them.

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They brayed(A) among the bushes(B)
    and huddled in the undergrowth.
A base and nameless brood,(C)
    they were driven out of the land.(D)

“And now those young men mock me(E) in song;(F)
    I have become a byword(G) among them.

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