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14     as though I grieved for a friend or a brother;
I went about as one who laments for a mother,
    bowed down and in mourning.

15 But at my stumbling they gathered in glee;
    they gathered together against me;
ruffians whom I did not know
    tore at me without ceasing;(A)
16 they impiously mocked more and more,[a]
    gnashing at me with their teeth.

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  1. 35.16 Cn Compare Gk: Heb like the profanest of mockers of a cake