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My skin[a] is covered with worms and clods of dirt;
    my skin becomes rough and then breaks out afresh.
My days pass as swiftly as a hand-loom;
    they come to their conclusion without hope.
Remember that my life is a breath;
    my eyes won’t go back to seeing good things.[b]

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Footnotes

  1. Job 7:5 Or flesh
  2. Job 7:7 The Heb. lacks things