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12 To all my foes I am a thing of scorn,
    and especially to my neighbors
    a horror to my friends.
When they see me in public,
    they quickly shy away.(A)
13 I am forgotten, out of mind like the dead;
    I am like a worn-out tool.[a]
14 I hear the whispers of the crowd;
    terrors are all around me.[b]
They conspire together against me;
    they plot to take my life.

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Footnotes

  1. 31:13 Like a worn-out tool: a common comparison for something ruined and useless, cf. Is 30:14; Jer 19:11; 22:28.
  2. 31:14 Terrors are all around me: a cry used in inescapable danger, cf. Jer 6:25; 20:10; 46:5; 49:29.

12 I am forgotten as though I were dead;(A)
    I have become like broken pottery.
13 For I hear many whispering,(B)
    “Terror on every side!”(C)
They conspire against me(D)
    and plot to take my life.(E)

14 But I trust(F) in you, Lord;
    I say, “You are my God.”

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