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Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth?
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Are not his days also like the days of a hireling? |
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As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow,
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and as a hireling looketh for the reward of his work; |
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so am I made to possess months of vanity,
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and wearisome nights are appointed to me. |
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When I lie down, I say,
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When shall I arise, and the night be gone? |
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And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day. |
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My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust;
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my skin is broken, and become loathsome. |
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My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle,
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and are spent without hope. |
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O remember that my life is wind:
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mine eye shall no more see good. |
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The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more:
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thine eyes are upon me, and I am not. |
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As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away;
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so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more. |
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He shall return no more to his house,
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neither shall his place know him any more. |
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Therefore I will not refrain my mouth;
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I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; |
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I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. |
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Am I a sea, or a whale,
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that thou settest a watch over me? |
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When I say, My bed shall comfort me,
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my couch shall ease my complaint; |
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then thou scarest me with dreams,
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and terrifiest me through visions: |
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so that my soul chooseth strangling,
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and death rather than my life. |
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I loathe it; I would not live alway:
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let me alone; for my days are vanity. |
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What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him?
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and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him? Ps. 8.4 ; 144.3 |
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and that thou shouldest visit him every morning,
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and try him every moment? |
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How long wilt thou not depart from me,
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nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle? |
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I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee,
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O thou preserver of men? |
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Why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, |
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so that I am a burden to myself? |
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And why dost thou not pardon my transgression,
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and take away mine iniquity? |
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For now shall I sleep in the dust; |
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and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be. |
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