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'Isn't a man forced to labor on earth? Aren't his days like the days of a hired hand? |
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As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, As a hireling who looks for his wages, |
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So am I made to possess months of misery, Wearisome nights are appointed to me. |
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When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day. |
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My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh. |
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My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope. |
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Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good. |
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The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be. |
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As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, So he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more. |
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He shall return no more to his house, Neither shall his place know him any more. |
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'Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. |
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Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That you put a guard over me? |
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When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;' |
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Then you scar me with dreams, And terrify me through visions: |
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So that my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones. |
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I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.
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What is man, that you should magnify him, That you should set your mind on him, |
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That you should visit him every morning, And test him every moment? |
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How long will you not look away from me, Nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle? |
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If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, So that I am a burden to myself? |
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Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be.' |