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Job 7
1Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling? Share to feedTweet 2As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, And as a hireling that looketh for his wages: Share to feedTweet 3So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me. Share to feedTweet 4When 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. Share to feedTweet 5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh. Share to feedTweet 6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And are spent without hope. Share to feedTweet 7Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good. Share to feedTweet 8The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be. Share to feedTweet 9As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away, So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more. Share to feedTweet 10He shall return no more to his house, Neither shall his place know him any more. Share to feedTweet 11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. Share to feedTweet 12Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me? Share to feedTweet 13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint; Share to feedTweet 14Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions: Share to feedTweet 15So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than these my bones. Share to feedTweet 16I loathe my life; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity. Share to feedTweet 17What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him, And that thou shouldest set thy mind upon him, Share to feedTweet 18And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, And try him every moment? Share to feedTweet 19How long wilt thou not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle? Share to feedTweet 20If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself? Share to feedTweet 21And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be. Share to feedTweet