And break me in pieces with words With mere empty words, void of sense or argument; with your impertinent and unedifying discourses and bitter reproaches. These ten times have ye reproached me That is, many times, a certain number being put for an uncertain. Ye make yourselves strange You carry yourselves like strangers to me, are not affected with my calamities, and condemn me as if you had never known my integrity and piety.

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