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11 For my life is consumed in sorrow
    and my years in sighing.
My strength fails because of my anguish
    and my bones waste away.
12 Because of all my adversaries
I am the contempt of my neighbors
    and a dread to my acquaintances.
Seeing me on the street, they flee from me.
13 I am as forgotten as a dead man.
I have become like a broken vessel.

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