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My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust;
My skin [a]closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
And are spent without hope.
Oh remember that my life is a breath:
Mine eye shall no more see good.

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