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“If I lie down, I say, ‘When shall I arise, and the night be over?’ For I’ve had enough of tossing to and fro until dawn.

“My flesh is clothed with worms and filthiness of the dust. My skin is broken and has become loathsome.

“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle. And they are spent without hope.

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