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When I lie down I think,
    ‘How long will it be before I can get up?’
The night drags on.
    I toss and turn until sunrise.
My body is covered with worms and sores.
    My skin is broken. It has boils all over it.

“My days pass by faster than a weaver can work.
    They come to an end. I don’t have any hope.

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When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’(A)
    The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.(B)
My body is clothed with worms(C) and scabs,
    my skin is broken and festering.(D)

“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,(E)
    and they come to an end without hope.(F)

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