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Scripture Context
Job 7:1 - Job 7:11
Job 7
1 Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of a hireling?
2 As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as a hireling looketh for the reward of his work;
3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 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.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 Oh remember that my life is wind; mine eyes shall no more see good.
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more; thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away; so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him anymore.
11 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.