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My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust.
    My skin 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 a breath.
    My eye will no more 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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