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1 Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? and are not his days like the days of an hireling? 2 As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling that looketh for his wages: 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? but the night is long; 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 closeth up and breaketh out afresh. 6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. 7 Oh remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good. Job 7:1-7, English Revised Version. Public domain.
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