If I laid me down, I said, When shall I arise? and measuring the evening, I am even full with tossing to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

My flesh is [a]clothed with worms and filthiness of the dust: my skin is rent, and become horrible.

My days are swifter than [b]a weaver’s shuttle, and they are spent without hope.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 7:5 This signifieth that his disease was rare and most horrible.
  2. Job 7:6 Thus he speaketh in respect of the brevity of man’s life, which passeth without hope of returning: in consideration whereof he desireth God to have compassion on him.

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