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13 But when they were sick,
    I wore sackcloth, humbled myself with fasting,
        and prayed from my heart repeatedly for them.[a]
14 I paced about as for my friend or my brother,
    and fell down mourning as one weeps for one’s mother.

15 But when I stumbled,
    they rejoiced and gathered together.
They gathered together against me—
    attackers whom I did not know.
        They tore me apart and would not stop.

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  1. Psalm 35:13 The Heb. lacks for them