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13 But as for me, when they were sick,
    my clothing was sackcloth.
I afflicted my soul with fasting,
    my prayer kept returning to my heart.
14 I went about mourning as though for my own friend or brother.
I bowed down dressed in black as though for my own mother.
15 But at my stumbling they gathered in glee.
Wretches gathered against me whom I did not know,
    tearing at me without ceasing.

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13 Yet when they were ill, I put on sackcloth(A)
    and humbled myself with fasting.(B)
When my prayers returned to me unanswered,
14     I went about mourning(C)
    as though for my friend or brother.
I bowed my head in grief
    as though weeping for my mother.
15 But when I stumbled, they gathered in glee;(D)
    assailants gathered against me without my knowledge.
    They slandered(E) me without ceasing.

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