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18 Draw near to my soul, and redeem it;
    deliver me because of my enemies.

19 You have known how I am insulted, and my shame and my dishonor;
    my adversaries are all before You.
20 Insults have broken my heart,
    and I am sick;
and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none;
    and for comforters, but I found none.

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