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They were children of fools, yea, children of base men:
they were viler than the earth.

And now am I their song,
yea, I am their byword.
10 They abhor me, they flee far from me,
and spare not to spit in my face.

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They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.

And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.

10 They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.

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A base and nameless brood,(A)
    they were driven out of the land.(B)

“And now those young men mock me(C) in song;(D)
    I have become a byword(E) among them.
10 They detest me(F) and keep their distance;
    they do not hesitate to spit in my face.(G)

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