12 He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.
13 He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.
14 I have been a derision to all my people, Their song all the day.
15 He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me 'with' wormwood.
16 And He breaketh with gravel my teeth, He hath covered me with ashes.
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