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They are fools and they have no name. They have been driven out of the land.

“Now they make fun of me in song. They laugh at me. 10 They hate me and keep away from me, but they 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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