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Chapter 7 |
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1 | Is there not an appointed time to man
upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling? |
| 2 | As a
servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the
reward of his work: |
| 3 | So am I made to possess months of vanity, and
wearisome nights are appointed to me. |
| 4 | When I lie down, I say, When
shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto
the dawning of the day. |
| 5 | My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of
dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome. |
| 6 | My days are
swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. |
| 7 | O
remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good. |
| 8 | The
eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and
I am not. |
| 9
| As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that
goeth down to the grave shall come up no more. |
| 10 | He shall
return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
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| 11 | Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my
spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. |
| 12 | Am I a sea,
or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me? |
| 13 | When I say,
My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaints; |
| 14 | Then
thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions: |
| 15 | So
that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life. |
| 16 |
I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are
vanity. |
| 17
| What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that
thou shouldest set thine heart upon him? |
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18 | And that thou shouldest
visit him every morning, and try him every moment? |
| 19 | How long
wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my
spittle? |
| 20
| I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou
preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a
burden to myself? |
| 21 | And why dost thou not pardon my
transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust;
and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be. |
