Job 7:2-12

2 Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hired man he waits for his pay.[a]
3 So I have been made to inherit months of futility, and troubled nights have been assigned to me.[b]
4 When I lie down I think: When will I get up? But the evening drags on endlessly, and I toss and turn until dawn.[c]
5 My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt.[d] My skin forms scabs[e] and then oozes.[f]
6 My days pass more swiftly than a weaver's shuttle; they come to an end without hope.[g]
7 Remember that my life is [but] a breath. My eye will never again see anything good.[h]
8 The eye of anyone who looks on me will no longer see me. Your eyes will look for me, but I will be gone.[i]
9 As a cloud fades away and vanishes, so the one who goes down to Sheol[j] will never rise again.
10 He will never return to his house; his hometown will no longer remember[k] him.[l]
11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I the sea[m] or a sea monster, that You keep me under guard?[n]

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