7 They rejoiced among these kinds of things, and they considered it delightful to be under thorns.
8 These are the sons of foolish and base men, not even paying any attention to the land.
9 Now I become their song, and I have been made into their proverb.
10 They loathe me, and so they flee far from me, and they are not reluctant to spit in my face.
11 For he has opened his quiver and has afflicted me, and he has placed a bridle in my mouth.
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