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13 He shot his arrows deep into my body.
14     People laugh at me all day long; I am a joke to them all.
15     Bitter suffering is all he has given me for food and drink.

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13 He pierced(A) my heart
    with arrows from his quiver.(B)
14 I became the laughingstock(C) of all my people;(D)
    they mock me in song(E) all day long.
15 He has filled me with bitter herbs
    and given me gall to drink.(F)

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