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1 Is there not an ap­point­ed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling? 2 As a ser­vant earnest­ly de­sireth the shad­ow, and as an hireling looketh for the re­ward of his work: 3 So am I made to pos­sess months of van­i­ty, and weari­some nights are ap­point­ed to me. 4 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. 5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is bro­ken, and be­come loath­some. 6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shut­tle, and are spent with­out hope. 7 O re­mem­ber that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good. 8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not. 9 As the cloud is con­sumed and van­isheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more. 10 He shall re­turn no more to his house, nei­ther shall his place know him any more. 11 There­fore I will not re­frain my mouth; I will speak in the an­guish of my spir­it; I will com­plain in the bit­ter­ness of my soul. 12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me? 13 When I say, My bed shall com­fort me, my couch shall ease my com­plaint; 14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and ter­ri­fi­est me through vi­sions: 15 So that my soul chooseth stran­gling, and death rather than my life. 16 I loathe it; I would not live al­way: let me alone; for my days are van­i­ty. 17 What is man, that thou shouldest mag­ni­fy him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him? 18 And that thou shouldest vis­it him ev­ery morn­ing, and try him ev­ery mo­ment? 19 How long wilt thou not de­part from me, nor let me alone till I swal­low down my spit­tle? 20 I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou pre­serv­er of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a bur­den to my­self? 21 And why dost thou not par­don my trans­gres­sion, and take away mine in­iq­ui­ty? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morn­ing, but I shall not be.