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[1]Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of a hireling? |
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[2]As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as a hireling looketh for the reward of his work; |
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[3]So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me. |
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[4]When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro to the dawning of the day. |
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[5]My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and become lothsome. |
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[6]My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. |
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[7]O remember that my life is wind: my eye will no more see good. |
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[8]The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thy eyes are upon me, and I am not. |
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[9]As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more. |
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[10]He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more. |
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[11]Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. |
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[12]Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me? |
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[13]When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint; |
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[14]Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions: |
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[15]So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life. |
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[16]I lothe it; I would not live always: let me alone; for my days are vanity. |
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[17]What is man, that thou shouldst magnify him? and that thou shouldst set thy heart upon him? |
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[18]And that thou shouldst visit him every morning, and try him every moment? |
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[19]How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle? |
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[20]I have sinned; what shall I do to thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself? |
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[21]And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be. |