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13 He shot the arrows of his quiver[a]
    into my kidneys.
14 I have become a laughingstock for all the people,
    their mocking song all day long.
15 He has filled me with bitterness,
    he has drenched me with wormwood.

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  1. Lamentations 3:13 Literally “the offspring of his arrow quiver”