Book - Job - Chapter = 7 --> NLT
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"Is this not the struggle of all humanity? A person's life is long and hard, like that of a hired hand,
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like a worker who longs for the day to end, like a servant waiting to be paid.
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I, too, have been assigned months of futility, long and weary nights of misery.
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When I go to bed, I think, `When will it be morning?' But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.
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My skin is filled with worms and scabs. My flesh breaks open, full of pus.
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"My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle flying back and forth. They end without hope.
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O God, remember that my life is but a breath, and I will never again experience pleasure.
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You see me now, but not for long. Your eyes will be on me, but I will be dead.
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Just as a cloud dissipates and vanishes, those who die will not come back.
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They are gone forever from their home--never to be seen again.
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"I cannot keep from speaking. I must express my anguish. I must complain in my bitterness.
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Am I a sea monster that you place a guard on me?
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If I think, `My bed will comfort me, and I will try to forget my misery with sleep,'
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you shatter me with dreams. You terrify me with visions.
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I would rather die of strangulation than go on and on like this.
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I hate my life. I do not want to go on living. Oh, leave me alone for these few remaining days.
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"What are mere mortals, that you should make so much of us?
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For you examine us every morning and test us every moment.
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Why won't you leave me alone--even for a moment?
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Have I sinned? What have I done to you, O watcher of all humanity? Why have you made me your target? Am I a burden to you?
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Why not just pardon my sin and take away my guilt? For soon I will lie down in the dust and die. When you look for me, I will be gone."