30 (A)My skin grows black and falls from me;
(B)My bones burn with fever.
31 My harp is turned to mourning,
And my flute 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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