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| 7:1 | 
                                 
                                    Hath not man a life of labour upon earth? and are not his days like the days of a hireling?
                                 
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| 7:2 | 
                                 
                                    As a bondman earnestly desireth the shadow, and a hireling expecteth his wages,
                                 
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| 7:3 | 
                                 
                                    So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
                                 
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| 7:4 | 
                                 
                                    If I lie down, I say, When shall I rise up, and the darkness be gone? and I am full of tossings until the dawn.
                                 
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| 7:5 | 
                                 
                                    My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and suppurates.
                                 
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| 7:6 | 
                                 
                                    My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
                                 
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| 7:7 | 
                                 
                                    Remember thou that my life is wind; mine eye shall no more see good.
                                 
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| 7:8 | 
                                 
                                    The eye of him that hath seen me shall behold me no [more]: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
                                 
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| 7:9 | 
                                 
                                    The cloud consumeth and vanisheth away; so he that goeth down to Sheol shall not come up.
                                 
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| 7:10 | 
                                 
                                    He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him again.
                                 
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| 7:11 | 
                                 
                                    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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| 7:12 | 
                                 
                                    Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, that thou settest a watch over me?
                                 
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| 7:13 | 
                                 
                                    When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
                                 
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| 7:14 | 
                                 
                                    Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions;
                                 
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| 7:15 | 
                                 
                                    So that my soul chooseth strangling, death, rather than my bones.
                                 
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| 7:16 | 
                                 
                                    I loathe it; I shall not live always: let me alone, for my days are a breath.
                                 
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| 7:17 | 
                                 
                                    What is man, that thou makest much of him? and that thou settest thy heart upon him?
                                 
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| 7:18 | 
                                 
                                    And that thou visitest him every morning, triest him every moment?
                                 
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| 7:19 | 
                                 
                                    How long wilt thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
                                 
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| 7:20 | 
                                 
                                    Have I sinned, what do I unto thee, thou Observer of men? Why hast thou set me as an object of assault for thee, so that I am become a burden to myself?
                                 
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| 7:21 | 
                                 
                                    And why dost not thou forgive my transgression and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I lie down in the dust, and thou shalt seek me early, and I shall not be.
                                 
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