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30 My skin is black, and falleth from me,
And my bones are burned with heat.
31 Therefore is my harp turned to mourning,
And my pipe into the voice of them that weep.

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30 My skin grows black(A) and peels;(B)
    my body burns with fever.(C)
31 My lyre is tuned to mourning,(D)
    and my pipe(E) to the sound of wailing.

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