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Among the bushes they [a]cry out;
Under the nettles they are gathered together.
[b]Wicked fools, even [c]those without a name,
They were scourged from the land.

“And now I have become their mocking (A)song;
I have even become a (B)taunting word to them.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 30:7 Or bray
  2. Job 30:8 Lit Sons of fools
  3. Job 30:8 Lit sons