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12 They pay me what is bad in return for what is good. My soul is sad. 13 But when they were sick, I put on clothes made from hair. With no pride in my soul, I would not eat. And I prayed with my head on my chest. 14 I went about as if it were my friend or brother. I put my head down in sorrow, like one crying for his mother.

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12 They repay me evil for good(A)
    and leave me like one bereaved.
13 Yet when they were ill, I put on sackcloth(B)
    and humbled myself with fasting.(C)
When my prayers returned to me unanswered,
14     I went about mourning(D)
    as though for my friend or brother.
I bowed my head in grief
    as though weeping for my mother.

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