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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29 I am a brother of (A)jackals
    and a companion of (B)ostriches.
30 My (C)skin turns black and falls from me,
    and my (D)bones burn with heat.
31 My (E)lyre is (F)turned to mourning,
    and my (G)pipe to the voice of those who weep.

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