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For my loins be filled with scornings; and health is not in my flesh. (For my loins be filled with sickness; and there is no health in my flesh.)

I am tormented, and made low full greatly (I am tormented, and brought down so very low); I roared for the wailing of mine heart.

Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my wailing is not hid from thee.

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My back is filled with searing pain;(A)
    there is no health(B) in my body.
I am feeble and utterly crushed;(C)
    I groan(D) in anguish of heart.(E)

All my longings(F) lie open before you, Lord;
    my sighing(G) is not hidden from you.

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