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11 I am the scorn of all my adversaries,
    a horror[a] to my neighbors,
an object of dread to my acquaintances;
    those who see me in the street flee from me.(A)
12 I have passed out of mind like one who is dead;
    I have become like a broken vessel.(B)
13 For I hear the whispering of many—
    terror all around!—
as they scheme together against me,
    as they plot to take my life.(C)

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  1. 31.11 Cn: Heb exceedingly