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“Is there not an appointed time for man upon earth? Are not his days also like the days of a hireling?

As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as a hireling looketh for the reward of his work,

so am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

When I lie down, I say, ‘When shall I arise and the night be gone?’ And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and has become loathsome.

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