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28 I go about blackened, but not by the sun. I stand up in the assembly and cry for help. 29 I have become a brother of jackals, a companion of ostriches. 30 My skin grows black and peels, and my bones burn with fever. 31 My harp is tuned to mourning and my flute to the sound of weeping. Job 30:28-31, Berean Standard Bible. Public domain.
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