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12On my right hand rise the rabble.They thrust aside my feet.They cast their ways of destruction up against me. 13They mar my path.They promote my destructionwithout anyone’s help. 14As through a wide breach they come.They roll themselves in amid the ruin. 15Terrors have turned on me.They chase my honor as the wind.My welfare has passed away as a cloud. 16“Now my soul is poured out within me.Days of affliction have taken hold of me.