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10 For my life is spent with sorrow
    and my years with sighing;
my strength fails because of my misery,[a]
    and my bones waste away.(A)

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  1. 31.10 Gk Syr: Heb my iniquity

I am utterly spent and crushed;
    I groan because of the tumult of my heart.(A)

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I was silent and still;
    I held my peace to no avail;
my distress grew worse;(A)

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    my heart became hot within me.
While I mused, the fire burned;
    then I spoke with my tongue:

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