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My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and has become loathsome, and it closes up and breaks out afresh.

My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.

Oh, remember that my life is but wind (a puff, a breath, a sob); my eye shall see good no more.

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