27 My inward parts are in turmoil and never still;
    days of affliction (A)come to meet me.
28 I (B)go about darkened, but not by the sun;
    I stand up in (C)the assembly and cry for help.
29 I am a brother of (D)jackals
    and a companion of (E)ostriches.
30 My (F)skin turns black and falls from me,
    and my (G)bones burn with heat.
31 My (H)lyre is (I)turned to mourning,
    and my (J)pipe to the voice of those who weep.

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27 My heart is in turmoil, and is never still;
    days of affliction come to meet me.
28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun;
    I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29 I am a brother of jackals,
    and a companion of ostriches.
30 My skin turns black and falls from me,
    and my bones burn with heat.
31 My lyre is turned to mourning,
    and my pipe to the voice 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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