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12 They reward me evil for good,
    to the bereaving of my soul.

13 But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth.
    I afflicted my soul with fasting.
    My prayer returned into my own bosom.
14 I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother.
    I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.

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