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My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt;
    my skin hardens, then breaks out again.
My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle
    and come to their end without hope.[a](A)

“Remember that my life is a breath;
    my eye will never again see good.(B)

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  1. 7.6 Or as the thread runs out