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1 “Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand? 2 Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages. 3 So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed to me. 4 When I lie down I think: ‘When will I get up?’ But the night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn. Job 7:1-4, Berean Standard Bible. Public domain.
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