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For my days consume away like smoke.
    My bones are burned as a torch.
My heart is blighted like grass, and withered,
    for I forget to eat my bread.
By reason of the voice of my groaning,
    my bones stick 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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