65 lines
2.1 KiB
Markdown
65 lines
2.1 KiB
Markdown
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###### 1
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"Is not man conscripted to labor on earth, And _are not_ his days like the days of a hired man?
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###### 2
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As a slave who pants for the shade, And as a hired man who eagerly hopes for his wages,
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###### 3
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So am I apportioned months of worthlessness, And nights of trouble are appointed me.
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###### 4
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If I lie down I say, 'When shall I arise?' But the twilight continues, And I am saturated with tossing until dawn.
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###### 5
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My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt; My skin scabs over and flows _out again_.
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###### 6
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My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And come to an end without hope.
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###### 7
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"Remember that my life is _but_ wind; My eye will not again see good.
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###### 8
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The eye of him who sees me will behold me no longer; Your eyes _will be_ on me, but I will not be.
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###### 9
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A cloud vanishes, and it is gone, So he who goes down to Sheol does not come up.
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###### 10
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He will not return again to his house, Nor will his place recognize him anymore.
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###### 11
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"Indeed I will not hold back my mouth; I will speak in the distress of my spirit; I will muse on the bitterness of my soul.
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###### 12
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Am I the sea or the sea monster, That You set a guard over me?
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###### 13
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If I say, 'My bed will comfort me; My couch will ease my _bitter_ musing,'
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###### 14
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Then You frighten me with dreams And terrify me by visions,
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###### 15
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So that my soul would choose suffocation, Death rather than my pains.
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###### 16
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I have rejected _everything_; I will not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are _but_ a breath.
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###### 17
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What is man that You magnify him, And that You set Your heart on him,
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That You examine him every morning And test him every moment?
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###### 19
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Will You never turn Your gaze away from me, Nor let me alone until I swallow my spit?
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###### 20
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Have I sinned? What have I done to You, O watcher of men? Why have You set me as Your target, So that I am a burden to myself?
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###### 21
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Why then do You not forgive my transgression And take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust; And You will seek me earnestly, but I will not be."
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