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Job Chapter 7 | Parsha:

1Truly man has a term of service on earth;
His days are like those of a hireling—

2Like a slave who longs for [evening’s] shadows,
Like a hireling who waits for his wage.

3So have I been allotted months of futility;
Nights of misery have been apportioned to me.

4When I lie down, I think,
“When shall I rise?”
Night drags on,
And I am sated with tossings till morning twilight.

5My flesh is covered with maggots and clods of earth;
My skin is broken and festering.

6My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle,
And come to their end without hope.

7Consider that my life is but wind;
I shall never see happiness again.

8The eye that gazes on me will not see me;
Your eye will seek me, but I shall be gone.

9As a cloud fades away,
So whoever goes down to Sheol does not come up;

10He returns no more to his home;
His place does not know him.

11On my part, I will not speak with restraint;
I will give voice to the anguish of my spirit;
I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

12Am I the sea or the Dragon,
That You have set a watch over me?
13When I think, “My bed will comfort me,
My couch will share my sorrow,”

14You frighten me with dreams,
And terrify me with visions,

15Till I prefer strangulation,
Death, to my wasted frame.

16I am sick of it.
I shall not live forever;
Let me be, for my days are a breath.

17What is man, that You make much of him,
That You fix Your attention upon him?

18You inspect him every morning,
Examine him every minute.

19Will You not look away from me for a while,
Let me be, till I swallow my spittle?

20If I have sinned, what have I done to You,
Watcher of men?
Why make of me Your target,
And a burden to myself?

21Why do You not pardon my transgression
And forgive my iniquity?
For soon I shall lie down in the dust;
When You seek me, I shall be gone.

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