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12 Ruins are in her midst.
Oppression and deceit never leave her square.
13 For if it were an enemy taunting me,
    I could endure it.
If my foe was exalting himself over me,
    I could hide from him.

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12 If an enemy were insulting me,
    I could endure it;
if a foe were rising against me,
    I could hide.
13 But it is you, a man like myself,
    my companion, my close friend,(A)

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