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For my days consume away [a]like smoke,
And my bones are burned [b]as a firebrand.
My heart is smitten like grass, and withered;
For I forget to eat my bread.
By reason of the voice of my groaning
My bones cleave to my flesh.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 102:3 Or, in smoke
  2. Psalm 102:3 Or, as a hearth