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Public scorn and fading days
My enemies reproach me all day. Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse.
For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with tears,
Because of your indignation and your wrath, For you have taken me up, and thrown me away.
My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.