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12 he bent his bow and set me
    as a mark for his arrow.

13 He shot into my vitals
    the arrows of his quiver;
14 I have become the laughing-stock of all my people,
    the object of their taunt-songs all day long.

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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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