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018:007:001
Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth?
are not his days also like the days of an hireling?

018:007:002
As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow,
and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:

018:007:003
So am I made to possess months of vanity,
and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

018:007:004
When I lie down,
I say,
When shall I arise,
and the night be gone?
and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

018:007:005
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust;
my skin is broken,
and become loathsome.

018:007:006
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle,
and are spent without hope.

018:007:007
O remember that my life is wind:
mine eye shall no more see good.

018:007:008
The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more:
thine eyes are upon me,
and I am not.

018:007:009
As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away:
so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.

018:007:010
He shall return no more to his house,
neither shall his place know him any more.

018:007:011
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth;
I will speak in the anguish of my spirit;
I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

018:007:012
Am I a sea,
or a whale,
that thou settest a watch over me?

018:007:013
When I say,
My bed shall comfort me,
my couch shall ease my complaints;

018:007:014
Then thou scarest me with dreams,
and terrifiest me through visions:

018:007:015
So that my soul chooseth strangling,
and death rather than my life.

018:007:016
I loathe it;
I would not live alway:
let me alone;
for my days are vanity.

018:007:017
What is man,
that thou shouldest magnify him?
and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?

018:007:018
And that thou shouldest visit him every morning,
and try him every moment?

018:007:019
How long wilt thou not depart from me,
nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

018:007:020
I have sinned;
what shall I do unto thee,
O thou preserver of men?
why hast thou set me as a mark against thee,
so that I am a burden to myself?

018:007:021
And why dost thou not pardon my transgression,
and take away my iniquity?
for now shall I sleep in the dust;
and thou shalt seek me in the morning,
but I shall not be.