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Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.

I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places.

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My heart is blighted and withered like grass;(A)
    I forget to eat my food.(B)
In my distress I groan aloud(C)
    and am reduced to skin and bones.
I am like a desert owl,(D)
    like an owl among the ruins.

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