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13 He shot his arrows
    deep into my heart.
14 My own people laugh at me.
    All day long they sing their mocking songs.
15 He has filled me with bitterness
    and given me a bitter cup of sorrow to drink.

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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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