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27 My inward parts are in turmoil and are never still;
    days of affliction come to meet me.
28 I go about in sunless gloom;
    I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.(A)
29 I am a brother of jackals
    and a companion of ostriches.(B)
30 My skin turns black and falls from me,
    and my bones burn with heat.(C)
31 My lyre is turned to mourning
    and my pipe to the voice of those who weep.(D)

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27 My heart is troubled and restless.
    Days of suffering torment me.
28 I walk in gloom, without sunlight.
    I stand in the public square and cry for help.
29 Instead, I am considered a brother to jackals
    and a companion to owls.
30 My skin has turned dark,
    and my bones burn with fever.
31 My harp plays sad music,
    and my flute accompanies those who weep.

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