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| 7:1 | 
                                 
                                    "Does not man have hard service on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired man?
                                 
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| 7:2 | 
                                 
                                    Like a slave longing for the evening shadows, or a hired man waiting eagerly for his wages,
                                 
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| 7:3 | 
                                 
                                    so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me.
                                 
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| 7:4 | 
                                 
                                    When I lie down I think, `How long before I get up? 'The night drags on, and I toss till dawn.
                                 
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| 7:5 | 
                                 
                                    My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering.
                                 
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| 7:6 | 
                                 
                                    "My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
                                 
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| 7:7 | 
                                 
                                    Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see happiness again.
                                 
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| 7:8 | 
                                 
                                    The eye that now sees me will see me no longer; you will look for me, but I will be no more.
                                 
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| 7:9 | 
                                 
                                    As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so he who goes down to the grave does not return.
                                 
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| 7:10 | 
                                 
                                    He will never come to his house again; his place will know him no more.
                                 
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| 7:11 | 
                                 
                                    "Therefore I will not keep silent; I will speak out in the anguish of my spirit, I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
                                 
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| 7:12 | 
                                 
                                    Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that you put me under guard?
                                 
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| 7:13 | 
                                 
                                    When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
                                 
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| 7:14 | 
                                 
                                    even then you frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
                                 
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| 7:15 | 
                                 
                                    so that I prefer strangling and death, rather than this body of mine.
                                 
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| 7:16 | 
                                 
                                    I despise my life; I would not live forever. Let me alone; my days have no meaning.
                                 
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| 7:17 | 
                                 
                                    "What is man that you make so much of him, that you give him so much attention,
                                 
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| 7:18 | 
                                 
                                    that you examine him every morning and test him every moment?
                                 
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| 7:19 | 
                                 
                                    Will you never look away from me, or let me alone even for an instant?
                                 
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| 7:20 | 
                                 
                                    If I have sinned, what have I done to you, O watcher of men? Why have you made me your target? Have I become a burden to you?
                                 
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| 7:21 | 
                                 
                                    Why do you not pardon my offenses and forgive my sins? For I will soon lie down in the dust; you will search for me, but I will be no more."
                                 
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