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Because of the sound of my groaning
My (A)bones [a]cling to my flesh.
I resemble a (B)pelican of the wilderness;
I have become like an owl of the waste places.
I (C)lie awake,
I have become like a lonely bird on a roof.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 102:5 Lit have cleaved