Is there not an appointed time for man on earth, are not his days also like the days of an hireling. As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow and as an hireling looketh for the reward for his work, so am I made to posess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me. When I lie down I say when shall I arise and the night is gone. My days are swifter then a weaver's shuttle and are spent without hope. O remember that my life is wind, mine eyes shall no more see good. Amen.
Lord now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace according to thy word; For mine eyes have seen thy salvation. Which thou hast prepared before the face of all people; To be a light to lighten the Gentiles, and to be the glory of thy people Israel.
Job 7,
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