13 Yet when they were ill, I put on sackcloth(A)
    and humbled myself with fasting.(B)
When my prayers returned to me unanswered,
14     I went about mourning(C)
    as though for my friend or brother.
I bowed my head in grief
    as though weeping for my mother.

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13 But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth: I humbled my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into mine own bosom.

14 I behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother: I bowed down heavily, as one that mourneth for his mother.

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