5-8 The cuts in my flesh stink and grow maggots
    because I’ve lived so badly.
And now I’m flat on my face
    feeling sorry for myself morning to night.
All my insides are on fire,
    my body is a wreck.
I’m on my last legs; I’ve had it—
    my life is a vomit of groans.

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I am bowed down(A) and brought very low;
    all day long I go about mourning.(B)
My back is filled with searing pain;(C)
    there is no health(D) in my body.
I am feeble and utterly crushed;(E)
    I groan(F) in anguish of heart.(G)

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