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7 “Has not man ra hard service on earth,
and are not his sdays like the days of a hired hand?
2 Like a slave who longs for tthe shadow,
and like ua hired hand who looks for his vwages,
3 so I am allotted months of wemptiness,
xand nights of misery are apportioned to me.
4 yWhen I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’
and I am full of tossing till the dawn.
5 My flesh is clothed with zworms and adirt;
my skin hardens, then bbreaks out afresh.