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For my days are consumed like smoke,
    and my bones are burned as a furnace.
My heart is struck down and withered like grass,
    so that I forget to eat my bread.
Because of the sound of my groaning
    my bones cling to my skin.

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For my days vanish like smoke;(A)
    my bones(B) burn like glowing embers.
My heart is blighted and withered like grass;(C)
    I forget to eat my food.(D)
In my distress I groan aloud(E)
    and am reduced to skin and bones.

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