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11 (10) For my life is worn out with sorrow
and my years with sighing;
my strength gives out under my guilt,
and my bones are wasting away.

12 (11) I am scorned by all my adversaries,
and even more by my neighbors;
even to acquaintances
I am an object of fear —
when they see me in the street,
they turn away from me.
13 (12) Like a dead man, I have passed from their minds;
I have become like a broken pot.

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11 Because of all my enemies,(A)
    I am the utter contempt(B) of my neighbors(C)
and an object of dread to my closest friends—
    those who see me on the street flee from me.
12 I am forgotten as though I were dead;(D)
    I have become like broken pottery.
13 For I hear many whispering,(E)
    “Terror on every side!”(F)
They conspire against me(G)
    and plot to take my life.(H)

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