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“·People have [L Do not people have…?] a hard ·task [service] on earth,
    and their days are like those of a [L hired] laborer [C hard work with little profit].
They are like a ·slave [servant] ·wishing [L panting] for the evening shadows,
    like a [L hired] laborer waiting to be paid.
But I ·am given [L inherit] months that are ·empty [vain; futile],
    and nights of ·misery [or toil] have been ·given [L allotted] to me.
When I lie down, I think, ‘How long until I get up?’
    The night is long, and I toss until dawn.
My body is covered with worms and ·scabs [L clods of dust/dirt],
    and my skin ·is broken and full of sores [L crusts over and oozes].

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Job’s Life Seems Futile

“Is not man forced to labor on earth?
And are not his days like the days of a hired man?

“As a slave earnestly longs for the shade,
And as a hired man eagerly awaits his wages,

So am I allotted months of futility and suffering,
And [long] nights of trouble and misery are appointed to me.

“When I lie down I say,
‘When shall I arise [and the night be gone]?’
But the night continues,
And I am continually tossing until the dawning of day.

“My body is clothed with worms and a crust of dust;
My skin is hardened [and broken and loathsome], and [breaks out and] runs.

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