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13 Ever true arrows, ready in His quiver,
    now sink into my gut.
14 Echoing taunts ring ’round me from the mouths of my own people,
    laughing and joking about me all day long.
15 Enough! He has filled me with bitterness,
    saturated me with gall.

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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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