31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

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31 My lyre is tuned to mourning,(A)
    and my pipe(B) to the sound of wailing.

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16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

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16 I despise my life;(A) I would not live forever.(B)
    Let me alone;(C) my days have no meaning.(D)

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