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7 “Does not a man have a term of duty on earth,and is not his time like a hired hand’s? 2 Like a slave panting for a shadowand a hired hand looking forward to his pay, 3 So I have been assigned moons of futilityand nights of trouble are counted off for me. 4 When I lie down I think ‘When can I get up?’evening stretches on, and I have all I can hold of tossing till daybreak. 5 * My flesh is clothed in maggots and clods;my skin sets and liquefies. 6 My days go faster than a shuttleand come to an end with no sort of hope. 7 * Remember, God, that my life is a breath of wind;my eye will never get back to seeing good; 8 The eye of him who is seeing me will not behold me,while your eyes are on me I am gone. 9 A cloud clears up and goes off;just so one who goes down to the world below will never come up. 10 He will never come back to his houseand his place will not greet him again. 11 I on my part will not check my mouth,will speak in the distress of my spirit,will protest in the ache of my heart. 12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster,that you set a watch over me? 13 When I think ‘my bed will comfort me,my couch will help carry my grievance,’ 14 You dismay me with dreamsand overwhelm me with visions, 15 * And my soul chooses strangling,rather death than my woes. 16 I will not take it; I shall not live forever;let me be, because my days are a puff of air. 17 What is man that you should make much of himand fix your attention on him 18 And inspect him every morning,test him every moment? 19 How long will you never glance away from me,not let up long enough for me to swallow my spittle? 20 I sinned; what am I doingto you, Keeper of man?Why do you set me as a thing in your wayand have me as a load to carry, 21 And not pardon my crimeand set my guilt aside?For right off I shall be lying in the clay,and you will go in quest of me and I shall not be there.”