11 He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
12 He hath bent his bow, and set me as a mark for the arrow.
13 He hath caused the arrows of his quiver to enter into my reins.
14 I was a derision to all my people; [and] their song all the day.
15 He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood.
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