• Job 7:1

    Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?

  • Job 7:2

    As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:

  • Job 7:3

    So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

  • Job 7:4

    When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the nighta be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

  • Job 7:5

    My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

  • Job 7:6

    My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

  • Job 7:7

    O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

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