So I have been made to inherit months of futility,
and troubled nights have been assigned to me.(A)
When I lie down I think:
When will I get up?
But the evening drags on endlessly,
and I toss and turn until dawn.
My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt.[a]
My skin forms scabs[b] and then oozes.(B)

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Footnotes

  1. Job 7:5 Or and dirty scabs
  2. Job 7:5 Lit skin hardens

so I have been allotted months of futility,
    and nights of misery have been assigned to me.(A)
When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’(B)
    The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.(C)
My body is clothed with worms(D) and scabs,
    my skin is broken and festering.(E)

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