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12 They rewarded me evil for good,
    the bereavement of my soul.
13 But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth;
    I humbled my soul with fasting;
and my prayer returns to my own heart.
14 I paced as though he were my friend or brother;
    I bowed down lamenting,
    as one who mourns for a mother.

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