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For my days are fading away like smoke,
    and my bones are burning like live coals.
My heart[a] is stricken, withered like grass;
    I am too exhausted to eat my bread.
As a result of my incessant groaning,
    I am now nothing more than skin and bones.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 102:5 Heart: see note on Ps 4:8. Withered like grass: see note on Ps 90:5.