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30 My blackened skin falls away from me;
    my very frame is scorched by the heat.
31 My lyre is tuned to mourning,
    and my reed pipe to sounds of weeping.

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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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