3 I, too, have been assigned months of futility, long and weary nights of misery.

4 Lying in bed, I think, ‘When will it be morning?’ But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.

Job 7:3-4, New Living Translation. Copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation.
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