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So I have been made to inherit months of futility,
and troubled nights have been assigned to me.(A)
When I lie down I think,
‘When will I get up? ’
But the evening drags on endlessly,
and I toss and turn until dawn.
My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt.[a]
My skin forms scabs[b] and then oozes.(B)

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  1. 7:5 Or and dirty scabs
  2. 7:5 Lit skin hardens