Walking through life, I fear every evil, even fear good as well as bad, for no one is with me. Taking all the ills life provides, nothing comforts me.
My enemies steal bread off my table.
My brow wrinkles under weight of troubles; my cup overflows with bitter wine.
Regrets and recriminations follow me unto the grave, and in loneliness shall I dwell.
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