JOB 7
Job Continues: My Life Has No Hope7:1 “Has not man a hard service on earth,and are not his days like the days of a hired hand? 2 Like a slave who longs for the shadow,and like a hired hand who looks for his wages, 3 so I am allotted months of emptiness,and nights of misery are apportioned to me. 4 When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’But the night is long,and I am full of tossing till the dawn. 5 My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt;my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh. 6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttleand come to their end without hope.The ESV® Bible (The Holy Bible, English Standard Version® copyright © 2001 by Crossway Bibles, a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers.
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