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29     But who will come now that I am roaming the wilderness?
        I am a brother to jackals, a friend of ostriches.
30     Despite my earnest cries, my skin burns until it is black and flakes off,
        and my bones burn with fever.
31     And so my harp is tuned to the key of mourning,
        and my flute is pitched to the sound of weeping.

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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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29 I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.

30 My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

31 My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.

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29 (A)I am a brother of jackals,
And a companion of ostriches.
30 (B)My skin grows black and falls from me;
(C)My bones burn with fever.
31 My harp is turned to mourning,
And my flute to the voice of those who weep.

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