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My sores stink and become infected
    because I was foolish.
I am bent over and bowed down;
    I am sad all day long.
I am burning with fever,
    and my whole body is sore.

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My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.

I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.

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