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My heart is stricken and withered like grass, So that I forget to eat my bread.
102:3 For my days are consumed like smoke, And my bones are burned like a hearth.
102:4 My heart is stricken and withered like grass, So that I forget to eat my bread.
102:5 Because of the sound of my groaning My bones cling to my skin.
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