Job 7
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Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a
hireling?
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As a servant that earnestly desires the shadow, And as a hireling that looks for his
wages:
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So am I made to possess months of misery, 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 to the dawning of the day.
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My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closes up, and breaks out
afresh.
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My days are swifter than a weaver`s shuttle, And are spent without hope.
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Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.
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The eye of him whom sees me shall behold me no more; Your eyes shall be upon me, but
I shall not be.
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As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, So he who goes down to Sheol shall come
up no more.
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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.
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Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That you set a watch over me?
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When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;
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Then you scare me with dreams, And terrify me through visions:
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So that my soul chooses strangling, And death rather than [these] my bones.
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I loathe [my life]; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
17
What is man, that you should magnify him, And that you should set your mind upon him,
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And that you should visit him every morning, And try him every moment?
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How long will you not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
20
If I have sinned, what do I to you, O you watcher of men? Why have you set me
as a mark for you, So that I am a burden to myself?
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And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For
now shall I lie down in the dust; And you will seek me diligently, but I shall not
be.