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II

Foul and festering are my sores
    because of my folly.
I am stooped and deeply bowed;(A)
    every day I go about mourning.
My loins burn with fever;
    there is no wholesomeness in my flesh.

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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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