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27 My heart is troubled, and doesn’t rest.
    Days of affliction have come on me.
28 I go mourning without the sun.
    I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
29 I am a brother to jackals,
    and a companion to ostriches.
30 My skin grows black and peels from me.
    My bones are burned with heat.
31 Therefore my harp has turned to mourning,
    and my pipe into the voice of those who weep.

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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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