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12 He has bent his bow and aimed it squarely at me, 13 and sent his arrows deep within my heart.

14 My own people laugh at me; all day long they sing their ribald songs.

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12 He drew his bow(A)
    and made me the target(B) for his arrows.(C)

13 He pierced(D) my heart
    with arrows from his quiver.(E)
14 I became the laughingstock(F) of all my people;(G)
    they mock me in song(H) all day long.

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