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So am I made to possess months of shav (vanity, futility), and lailot amal (nights of weariness) are appointed to me.

When I lie down, I say, Mosai (how long) till I arise? But the erev drags on, and I am full of tossings to and fro unto dawn.

My basar is clothed with worm and clod of aphar; my ohr (skin) is broken, and become loathsome.

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so I have been allotted months of futility,
    and nights of misery have been assigned to me.(A)
When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’(B)
    The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.(C)
My body is clothed with worms(D) and scabs,
    my skin is broken and festering.(E)

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