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18 Come near. Redeem my soul.
Ransom me because of my enemies.

His Shame

19 You know my disgrace, my shame, and my confusion.
All my foes are in front of you.
20 Disgrace has broken my heart, and I am helpless.
I waited for sympathy, but there was none.
I waited for comforters, but I did not find any.

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