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Job 7:1
Is there not an appointed
time
to
man
upon
earth?
are not his
days
also like the
days
of an
hireling?
2
As a
servant
earnestly
desireth
the
shadow,
and as an
hireling
looketh
for the reward of his
work:
3
So am I made to
possess
months
of
vanity,
and
wearisome
nights
are
appointed
to me.
4
When I lie
down,
I
say,
When shall I
arise,
and the
night
be
gone?
and I am
full
of tossings to and
fro
unto the dawning of the
day.
5
My
flesh
is
clothed
with
worms
and
clods
of
dust;
my
skin
is
broken,
and become
loathsome.
6
My
days
are
swifter
than a weaver's
shuttle,
and are
spent
without
hope.
7
O
remember
that my
life
is
wind:
mine
eye
shall no
more
see
good.
8
The
eye
of him that hath
seen
me shall
see
me no more: thine
eyes
are upon me, and I am not.
9
As the
cloud
is
consumed
and vanisheth
away:
so he that goeth
down
to the
grave
shall come
up
no more.
10
He shall
return
no more to his
house,
neither shall his
place
know
him any more.
11
Therefore I will not
refrain
my
mouth;
I will
speak
in the
anguish
of my
spirit;
I will
complain
in the
bitterness
of my
soul.
12
Am I a
sea,
or a
whale,
that thou
settest
a
watch
over me?
13
When I
say,
My
bed
shall
comfort
me, my
couch
shall
ease
my
complaint;
14
Then thou
scarest
me with
dreams,
and
terrifiest
me through
visions:
15
So that my
soul
chooseth
strangling,
and
death
rather than my
life.
16
I
loathe
it; I would not
live
alway:
let me
alone;
for my
days
are
vanity.
17
What is
man,
that thou shouldest
magnify
him? and that thou shouldest
set
thine
heart
upon him?
18
And that thou shouldest
visit
him every
morning,
and
try
him every
moment?
19
How
long
wilt thou not
depart
from me, nor let me
alone
till I swallow
down
my
spittle?
20
I have
sinned;
what shall I
do
unto thee, O thou
preserver
of
men?
why hast thou
set
me as a
mark
against thee, so that I am a
burden
to myself?
21
And why dost thou not
pardon
my
transgression,
and take
away
mine
iniquity?
for now shall I
sleep
in the
dust;
and thou shalt seek me in the
morning,
but I shall not be.
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