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13 He drove into my heart
    the arrows of his quiver;
14 I have become the laughingstock of all peoples,
    the burden of their songs all day long.
15 He has filled me with bitterness,
    he has sated me with wormwood.

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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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