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My wounds smell rotten.
    They fester because of my stupidity.
I am bent over and bowed down very low.
    All day I walk around in mourning.
My insides are filled with burning pain,
    and no healthy spot is left on my body.

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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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