( 69: 21) L'opprobre me brise le coeur, et je suis malade; J'attends de la pitié, mais en vain, Des consolateurs, et je n'en trouve aucun.
Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.
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