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My body is clothed with maggots and clods of dust;
my skin hardens, then[a] it gives way again.
“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
and they come to an end without hope.[b]
Remember that my life is a breath;
my eye will not return to see good.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 7:5 Hebrew “and”
  2. Job 7:6 Literally “with nothing hope”