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27 I am torn apart by worry and pain;
    I have had day after day of suffering.
28 I go about in gloom, without any sunshine;
    I stand up in public and plead for help.
29 My voice is as sad and lonely
    as the cries of a jackal or an ostrich.

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27 The churning inside me never stops;(A)
    days of suffering confront me.(B)
28 I go about blackened,(C) but not by the sun;
    I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.(D)
29 I have become a brother of jackals,(E)
    a companion of owls.(F)

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