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Because Your anger has infected the depths of my being and stolen my health,
    my flesh is ill.
My bones are no longer sound
    because of all the sins I have committed.
My guilt has covered me; it’s more than I can handle;
    this burden is too heavy for me to carry.

Now sores cover me—infected and putrid sores,
    because of all the foolish things I have done.
I am bent down, cowering in fear, prostrate on the ground;
    I spend the day in mourning, guilty tears stinging and burning my eyes.
My back aches. I’m full of fever;
    my body is no longer whole, no longer well.
I am completely numb, totally spent, hopelessly crushed.
    The agitation of my heart makes me groan.

O Lord, You know all my desires;
    nothing escapes You; You hear my every moan.
10 My heart pounds against my chest; my vigor is completely drained;
    my eyes were once bright, but now the brightness is all gone.

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