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11 My enemies despise me,
    and even my neighbors have turned away.
When my friends see me in the street,
    they turn the other way.
    They are afraid to be around me.
12 People want to forget me like someone already dead,
    thrown away like a broken dish.
13 I hear them whispering about me.
    They have turned against me and plan to kill me.

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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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