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For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as in a hearth.

My heart is smitten and withered like grass so that I forget to eat my bread.

By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones cleave to my skin.

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For my days vanish like smoke;(A)
    my bones(B) burn like glowing embers.
My heart is blighted and withered like grass;(C)
    I forget to eat my food.(D)
In my distress I groan aloud(E)
    and am reduced to skin and bones.

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