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So am I made to possess months of misery,
And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
When I lie down, I say,
When shall I arise, and the night be gone?
And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust;
My skin [a]closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.

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  1. Job 7:5 Or, is broken and become loathsome