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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 man’s time on earth like being compelled to serve in the army? Aren’t his days like those of a hired man?
Like a slave, he longs for shade,
or like a day laborer, he waits for his pay.
In the same way, I have been allotted months of futility,
and nights of agony have been assigned to me.
When I lie down, I think, “How long before I get up?”
But the night drags on,
and I am filled with restlessness until dawn.
My flesh is clothed with maggots and caked with dirt.
My skin scabs over and then oozes again.

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