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29 I have become a brother to jackals,
a companion for screeching ostriches.
30 My skin turns black and falls off,
and my bones burn with fever.
31 My lyre plays only sad songs.
My flute accompanies only the sound of weeping.

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29 I have become a brother of jackals,(A)
    a companion of owls.(B)
30 My skin grows black(C) and peels;(D)
    my body burns with fever.(E)
31 My lyre is tuned to mourning,(F)
    and my pipe(G) to the sound of wailing.

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