My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

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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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My flesh is (A)caked with worms and dust,
My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.

“My(B) days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
And are spent without hope.
Oh, remember that (C)my life is a breath!
My eye will never again see good.

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