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And now I am their song, yea, I am their byword.

10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, yea, they spare not to spit in my face.

11 For he hath loosed my cord and afflicted me; so they cast off the bridle before me.

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“And now those young men mock me(A) in song;(B)
    I have become a byword(C) among them.
10 They detest me(D) and keep their distance;
    they do not hesitate to spit in my face.(E)
11 Now that God has unstrung my bow(F) and afflicted me,(G)
    they throw off restraint(H) in my presence.

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