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12 God took careful aim
and shot his arrows
13     straight through my heart.

14 I am a joke to everyone—
no one ever stops
    making fun of me.

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12 He drew his bow(A)
    and made me the target(B) for his arrows.(C)

13 He pierced(D) my heart
    with arrows from his quiver.(E)
14 I became the laughingstock(F) of all my people;(G)
    they mock me in song(H) all day long.

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