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                    Job’s Reply (continued)7:1  Is there not an appointed time to man upon 
                    earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?
 7:2  As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an 
                    hireling looketh for the reward of his work:
 7:3  So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome 
                    nights are appointed to me.
 7:4  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.
 7:5  My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my 
                    skin is broken, and become loathsome.
 7:6  My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are 
                    spent without hope.
 7:7  O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more 
                    see good.
 7:8  The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: 
                    thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
 7:9  As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that 
                    goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
 7:10  He shall return no more to his house, neither shall 
                    his place know him any more.
 7:11  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.
 7:12  Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over 
                    me?
 7:13  When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall 
                    ease my complaints;
 7:14  Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me 
                    through visions:
 7:15  So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather 
                    than my life.
 7:16  I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for 
                    my days are vanity.
 7:17  What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that 
                    thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
 7:18  And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and 
                    try him every moment?
 7:19  How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me 
                    alone till I swallow down my spittle?
 7:20  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?
 7:21  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.
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