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29 I have become a brother to jackals,
    a companion to young ostriches.
30 My skin is charred;
    my bones are scorched by the heat.
31 My lyre is for mourning,
    my flute, a weeping sound.

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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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