“My (A)flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt,
My skin hardens and runs.
“My days are (B)swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
And come to an end (C)without hope.

“Remember that my life (D)is but breath;
My eye will (E)not again 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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