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My body is covered with worms and scabs.
    My skin is broken and full of running sores.

“My days go by faster than a weaver moves his tool.
    And they come to an end without hope.
Remember, God, that my life is only as long as a breath.
    My eyes will never see happy times again.

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My body is clothed with worms(A) and scabs,
    my skin is broken and festering.(B)

“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,(C)
    and they come to an end without hope.(D)
Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;(E)
    my eyes will never see happiness again.(F)

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