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Stunk -- become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly.

I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.

For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not 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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