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13 But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth;
    I humbled my soul with fasting;
and my prayer returns to my own heart.
14 I paced as though he were my friend or brother;
    I bowed down lamenting,
    as one who mourns for a mother.
15 But in my adversity they rejoiced and gathered together;
    assailants gathered together against me, though I was unaware;
    they tore me apart and did not stop;

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