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13 He shot me in the kidneys
    with the arrows from his bag.
14 I was a joke to all my people,
    who make fun of me with songs all day long.
15 The Lord filled me with misery;
    he made me drunk with suffering.

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13 He pierced(A) my heart
    with arrows from his quiver.(B)
14 I became the laughingstock(C) of all my people;(D)
    they mock me in song(E) all day long.
15 He has filled me with bitter herbs
    and given me gall to drink.(F)

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