Job 7
Job Remonstrates with
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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? |
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; |
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? |
Why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, |
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? |
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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