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- "Does not man have hard service on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired man?
- Like a slave longing for the evening shadows, or a hired man waiting eagerly for his wages,
- so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me.
- When I lie down I think, 'How long before I get up?' The night drags on, and I toss till dawn.
- My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering.
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