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13 When they were ill,
    I wore rough clothes,
    and I stopped eating food.
I bent down my head as I prayed for them.
14 I wept as I prayed,
    as I would weep when a friend or my mother had died.
15 But when I had troubles myself,
    they were happy.
They stood together
    and they laughed at me.
Even strangers attacked me
    and they would not stop.

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