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My wounds start to stink; they rot
because of my foolishness.
I am bowed down; I am bent over greatly.
All the day I go about mourning.
For my loins are full of burning,
and there is no soundness in my flesh.

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My wounds(A) fester and are loathsome(B)
    because of my sinful folly.(C)
I am bowed down(D) and brought very low;
    all day long I go about mourning.(E)
My back is filled with searing pain;(F)
    there is no health(G) in my body.

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