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29 I am a brother to jackals [which howl], and a companion to ostriches [which scream dismally].

30 My skin falls from me in blackened flakes, and my bones are burned with heat.

31 Therefore my lyre is turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice 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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