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My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and abominable.

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

¶ Remember thou that my life is wind and that my eyes shall not return to see good.

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My body is clothed with worms(A) and scabs,
    my skin is broken and festering.(B)

“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,(C)
    and they come to an end without hope.(D)
Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;(E)
    my eyes will never see happiness again.(F)

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