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1 |Isn't a mortal's stay on earth difficult like a hired hand's daily [work]? 2 Like a slave, he longs for shade. Like a hired hand, he eagerly looks for his pay. 3 Likewise, I have been given months that are of no use, and I have inherited nights filled with misery. 4 When I lie down, I ask, 'When will I get up?' But the evening is long, and I'm exhausted from tossing about until dawn. 5 My body is covered with maggots and scabs. My skin is crusted over with sores; then they ooze. 6 My days go swifter than a weaver's shuttle. They are spent without hope. 7 Remember, my life is only a breath, and never again will my eyes see anything good. Job 7:1-7, God's Word Translation. Copyright © 1995 by God's Word to the Nations.
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