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My body is infected with worms and scabs;
    my skin is cracked and festering.

My Life Is But a Breath[a]

“My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle,
    and they come to an end without a glimmer of hope.
“Remember that my life is but a breath of wind;
    my eyes will never again see happiness.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 7:6 Regret for the happiness that has vanished too soon and fear of the netherworld haunt the sick man. He feels that he is, so to speak, hunted by God.