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Job , CHAPTER 7

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Is not life on earth a drudgery, its days like those of a hireling?

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Like a slave who longs for the shade, a hireling who waits for wages,

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So I have been assigned months of futility, and troubled nights have been counted off for me.

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When I lie down I say, “When shall I arise?” then the night drags on; I am filled with restlessness until the dawn.

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My flesh is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers;

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My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.

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Remember that my life is like the wind; my eye will not see happiness again.

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The eye that now sees me shall no more behold me; when your eye is on me, I shall be gone.

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As a cloud dissolves and vanishes, so whoever goes down to Sheol shall not come up.

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They shall not return home again; their place shall know them no more.

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My own utterance I will not restrain; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

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Am I the Sea, or the dragon, that you place 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 frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,

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So that I should prefer strangulation and death rather than my existence.

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I waste away: I will not live forever; let me alone, for my days are but a breath.

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What are human beings, that you make much of them, or pay them any heed?

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You observe them every morning and try them at every moment!

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How long before you look away from me, and let me alone till I swallow my spit?

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If I sin, what do I do to you, O watcher of mortals? Why have you made me your target? Why should I be a burden for you?

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Why do you not pardon my offense, or take away my guilt? For soon I shall lie down in the dust; and should you seek me I shall be gone.