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30 My skin is black and falling off me,
and my bones are burning with heat.
31 So my lyre is tuned for mourning,
my pipe to the voice of those who 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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