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    Fools and sons of no-names,
        driven by lashes out from the bosom of the land.

Even the fools and outcasts use Job’s name as an insult. His character has been brought low by those who should be beneath him.

    And now they sing of me in taunt and parody,
        and make my name a byword among them.
10     They abhor me, keep their distance,
        and feel free 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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