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29 It is as if I have become a brother to wild dogs
    and a friend to ostriches.
30 My skin becomes black and peels off.
    My body burns with fever.
31 My harp is tuned for singing a sad song.
    And my flute is tuned for the sound of loud crying.

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29 I have become a brother of jackals,(A)
    a companion of owls.(B)
30 My skin grows black(C) and peels;(D)
    my body burns with fever.(E)
31 My lyre is tuned to mourning,(F)
    and my pipe(G) to the sound of wailing.

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