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My flesh is covered with worms and dirt. My skin becomes hard and breaks open. My days are faster than a cloth-maker’s tool, and come to their end without hope.

“Remember that my life is only a breath. My eye will not again 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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