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27 My insides, churning, are never quiet;
    days of affliction confront me.
28 I walk in the dark, lacking sunshine;
    I rise in the assembly and cry out.
29 I have become a brother to jackals,
    a companion to young ostriches.

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27 The churning inside me never stops;(A)
    days of suffering confront me.(B)
28 I go about blackened,(C) but not by the sun;
    I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.(D)
29 I have become a brother of jackals,(E)
    a companion of owls.(F)

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