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13 Yet I, when they were sick, I was clothed with sackcloth. I humbled my soul with fasting. And my prayer was turned upon my bosom.

14 I behaved as to my friend, or as to my brother. I humbled myself, mourning as one who bewails his mother.

15 But they rejoiced in my adversity and gathered themselves together. The strikers assembled themselves against me, and I did not know. They tore me and did not cease,

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