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27 
“I am seething within and my heart is troubled and cannot rest;
Days of affliction come to meet me.
28 
“I go about mourning without comfort [my skin blackened by disease, not by the heat of the sun];
I stand up in the assembly and cry out for help.
29 
“I am a brother to [howling] jackals,
And a companion to ostriches [which scream dismally].
30 
“My skin falls from me in blackened flakes,
And my bones are burned with fever.
31 
“Therefore my lyre (harp) is used for [the sound of] mourning,
And my flute for the [sound of the] voices of those who weep.

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27 The churning inside me never stops;(A)
    days of suffering confront me.(B)
28 I go about blackened,(C) but not by the sun;
    I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.(D)
29 I have become a brother of jackals,(E)
    a companion of owls.(F)
30 My skin grows black(G) and peels;(H)
    my body burns with fever.(I)
31 My lyre is tuned to mourning,(J)
    and my pipe(K) to the sound of wailing.

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