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My body is covered with worms and sores.
    My skin is broken. It has boils all over it.

“My days pass by faster than a weaver can work.
    They come to an end. I don’t have any hope.
God, remember that my life is only a breath.
    I’ll never be happy again.

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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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