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You prepare a table before me
    in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
    my cup overflows.(A)

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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.

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Do not rebuke a scoffer, lest he hate you;
    rebuke the wise, and he will love you.(A)

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