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For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease, and there is no soundness in my flesh.

I am feeble and sore broken; I roar by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

Lord, all my desire is before thee, and my groaning is not hid from thee.

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My back is filled with searing pain;(A)
    there is no health(B) in my body.
I am feeble and utterly crushed;(C)
    I groan(D) in anguish of heart.(E)

All my longings(F) lie open before you, Lord;
    my sighing(G) is not hidden from you.

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