Job 7:7
Verse 7 of 21. The 7th of 42 chapters in Job, in Poetry and Wisdom.
3so I am made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4When I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will no more see good.
8The eye of him who sees me will see me no more. Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.
9As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol will come up no more.
10He will return no more to his house, neither will his place know him any more.
11“Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
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