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Now sores cover me—infected and putrid sores,
    because of all the foolish things I have done.
I am bent down, cowering in fear, prostrate on the ground;
    I spend the day in mourning, guilty tears stinging and burning my eyes.
My back aches. I’m full of fever;
    my body is no longer whole, no longer well.

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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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