Job 7
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1 Is there not a warfare to man upon earth?
2 As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow,
3 So am I made to possess months of misery,
4 When I lie down, I say,
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust;
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath:
8 The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more;
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away,
10 He shall return no more to his house,
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth;
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster,
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me,
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams,
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling,
16 I loathe my life; I would not live alway:
17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him,
18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning,
19 How long wilt thou not look away from me,
20 If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men?
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity?
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