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

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  1. Psalm 31:11 Cn: Heb exceedingly

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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