My flesh is [a]clothed with worms and filthiness of the dust: my skin is rent, and become horrible.

My days are swifter than [b]a weaver’s shuttle, and they are spent without hope.

Remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall not return to see pleasure.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 7:5 This signifieth that his disease was rare and most horrible.
  2. Job 7:6 Thus he speaketh in respect of the brevity of man’s life, which passeth without hope of returning: in consideration whereof he desireth God to have compassion on him.

My body is clothed with worms(A) and scabs,
    my skin is broken and festering.(B)

“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,(C)
    and they come to an end without hope.(D)
Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;(E)
    my eyes will never see happiness again.(F)

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