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My life is quickly disappearing,
    like smoke from a fire.
My bones hurt very much,
    as if they were burning in an oven.[a]
I am very weak and upset,
    like dry grass that will soon die.
I even forget to eat my food.
I cry aloud with pain,
    so that I am just skin and bones.[b]

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Footnotes

  1. 102:3 His illness makes him feel hot.
  2. 102:5 Skin and bones is a way to say ‘very, very thin.’