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8 They are children of fools, yes, children of wicked men. They were flogged out of the land.
9 “Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.
10 They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and don’t hesitate to spit in my face.
11 For he has untied his cord, and afflicted me; and they have thrown off restraint before me.
12 On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.