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Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land.

And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword.

10 They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.

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They were sons of fools,
Yes, sons of vile men;
They were scourged from the land.

“And(A) now I am their taunting song;
Yes, I am their byword.
10 They abhor me, they keep far from me;
They do not hesitate (B)to spit in my face.

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A base and nameless brood,(A)
    they were driven out of the land.(B)

“And now those young men mock me(C) in song;(D)
    I have become a byword(E) among them.
10 They detest me(F) and keep their distance;
    they do not hesitate to spit in my face.(G)

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