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[a]Is not man (A)conscripted to labor on earth,
And are not his days like the days of (B)a hired man?
As a slave who pants for the shade,
And as a hired man who eagerly hopes for his wages,
So am I apportioned months of worthlessness,
And (C)nights of trouble are appointed me.
If I (D)lie down I say,
‘When shall I arise?’
But the twilight continues,
And I am saturated with tossing until dawn.
My (E)flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt;
My skin scabs over and flows out again.

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  1. Job 7:1 Lit Has not man compulsory labor

Isn’t each person consigned to forced labor(A) on earth?
Are not his days like those of a hired worker?
Like a slave he longs for shade;
like a hired worker he waits for his pay.
So I have been made to inherit months of futility,
and troubled nights have been assigned to me.(B)
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.(C)

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