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There is no health in my flesh because of your wrath, and no peace in my bones because of my sin.
For my iniquities are laid upon my head; as a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.
My wounds don't heal and are rotting because of my stupidity...
I'm worried, I'm very bent, I go in mourning all day.
For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease, and there is no health in my flesh.
I'm weak, sick, and broken. I roared, alarm in my heart.
And having understood all this, there will be no more life in me
I'll leave without saying goodbye, and you won't even notice.