strkjv@Job:7:5 @ My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

strkjv@Job:7:6 @ My days are swifter than a weavers shuttle, and are spent without hope.

strkjv@Job:7:7 @ O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

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