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Among the bushes they 1bray; under 2the nettles they huddle together.
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A senseless, a nameless brood, they have been whipped out of the land.
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"And now I have become their 3song; I am 4a byword to them.
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They 5abhor me; they keep aloof from me; they do not hesitate to 6spit at the sight of me.
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Because God has loosed my cord and humbled me, they have cast off restraint in my presence.
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On my 7right hand the rabble rise; they push away my feet; they 8cast up against me their ways of destruction.
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They break up my path; they promote my 9calamity; they need no one to help them.
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As through a wide 10breach they come; amid the crash they roll on.
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11Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like 12a cloud.
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"And now my soul is 13poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold of me.
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14The night 15racks my bones, and the pain that 16gnaws me takes no rest.