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# Chapter 7
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1 Isn’t each person consigned to forced labor on earth?
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Are not his days like those of a hired worker?
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2 Like a slave he longs for shade;
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like a hired worker he waits for his pay.
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3 So I have been made to inherit months of futility,
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and troubled nights have been assigned to me.
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4 When I lie down I think,
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“When will I get up?”
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But the evening drags on endlessly,
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and I toss and turn until dawn.
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5 My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt.
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My skin forms scabs and then oozes.
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6 My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle;
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they come to an end without hope.
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7 Remember that my life is but a breath.
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My eye will never again see anything good.
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8 The eye of anyone who looks on me
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will no longer see me.
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Your eyes will look for me, but I will be gone.
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9 As a cloud fades away and vanishes,
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so the one who goes down to Sheol will never rise again.
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10 He will never return to his house;
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his hometown will no longer remember him.
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11 Therefore I will not restrain 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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12 Am I the sea or a sea monster,
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that you keep me under guard?
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13 When I say, “My bed will comfort me,
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and my couch will ease my complaint,”
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14 then you frighten me with dreams,
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and terrify me with visions,
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15 so that I prefer strangling—
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death rather than life in this body.
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16 I give up! I will not live forever.
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Leave me alone, for my days are a breath.
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17 What is a mere human, that you think so highly of him
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and pay so much attention to him?
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18 You inspect him every morning,
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and put him to the test every moment.
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19 Will you ever look away from me,
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or leave me alone long enough to swallow?
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20 If I have sinned, what have I done to you,
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Watcher of humanity?
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Why have you made me your target,
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so that I have become a burden to you?
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21 Why not forgive my sin
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and pardon my iniquity?
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For soon I will lie down in the grave.
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You will eagerly seek me, but I will be gone. |