Job 7:3-7
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so I have been allotted months of futility,
and nights of misery have been assigned to me.
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When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’
The night drags on, and I toss till dawn.
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My body is clothed with worms and scabs,
my skin is broken and festering.
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“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
and they come to an end without hope.
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Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;
my eyes will never see happiness again.