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10 I wept while I fasted—
    even for that I was insulted.
11 When I wore funeral clothes,
    people made fun of me.
12 Those who sit at the city gate muttered things about me;
    drunkards made up rude songs.

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10 When I weep and fast,(A)
    I must endure scorn;
11 when I put on sackcloth,(B)
    people make sport of me.
12 Those who sit at the gate(C) mock me,
    and I am the song of the drunkards.(D)

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