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29 
“I am a brother to [howling] jackals,
And a companion to ostriches [which scream dismally].
30 
“My skin falls from me in blackened flakes,
And my bones are burned with fever.
31 
“Therefore my lyre (harp) is used for [the sound of] mourning,
And my flute for the [sound of the] voices of those who weep.

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29 I have become a brother of jackals,(A)
    a companion of owls.(B)
30 My skin grows black(C) and peels;(D)
    my body burns with fever.(E)
31 My lyre is tuned to mourning,(F)
    and my pipe(G) to the sound of wailing.

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