Job 7:3-7

1. 3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

2. 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.

3. 5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

4. 6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

5. 7 O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

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