JOB 7
Job’s Life Seems Futile7:1 “Is not man forced to labor on earth, And are not his days like the days of a hired man? 2 “As a slave who pants for the shade, And as a hired man who eagerly waits for his wages, 3 So am I allotted months of vanity, And nights of trouble are appointed me. 4 “When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’ But the night continues, And I am continually tossing until dawn. 5 “My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt, My skin hardens and runs. 6 “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And come to an end without hope.New American Standard Bible Copyright © 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1995
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