When I lie down I think:
When will I get up?
But the evening drags on endlessly,
and I toss and turn until dawn.
My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt.[a]
My skin forms scabs[b] and then oozes.(A)

My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle;
they come to an end without hope.(B)

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Footnotes

  1. Job 7:5 Or and dirty scabs
  2. Job 7:5 Lit skin hardens

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