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18 Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it:
Ransom me because of mine enemies.
19 Thou knowest my reproach, and my shame, and my dishonor:
Mine adversaries are all before thee.
20 Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am [a]full of heaviness:
And I looked for some to take pity, but there was none;
And for comforters, but I found none.

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  1. Psalm 69:20 Or, sore sick