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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=369854" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bible Stories: Job (Chapter VII)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is life on earth for man, not drudgery? <br>Are not his days like that of hirelings? <br>He is a servant longing for shadow, <br>A hireling awaiting his wages.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have been assigned months of misery, <br>And weary troubling nights wait to seize me.<br>And when in bed, I ask when shall I rise? <br>I toss in bed restless until the dawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My flesh is clothed by worms, scabs, cracks, festers; <br>My skin is broken and turned loathsome; .<br>My days are swifter than weaver’s shuttle, <br>And seem to end each day, without much hope; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My life is wind-like, without happiness; <br>The eye of him that saw me sees me not; <br>Thine eyes are upon me but mine are not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like how a cloud will vanish right away, <br>The one, who goes to grave, will not return.<br>No more shall he return to his own house; <br>His place shall neither know him anymore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hence, I’ll not stop my mouth from utterance; <br>I’ll speak my spirit’s anguish wholly out; <br>I will complain in my soul’s bitterness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Am I a sea or whale that you watch me? <br>Why then am I, an object of attack? <br>My bed shall comfort me, when I shall say, <br>My couch shall ease my complaints all, when told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your dreams and visions terrify me lot; <br>I prefer death by choking than my pains; <br>I waste away knowing, I can’t live long; <br>Set me in solitude, my life is short; <br>Oh, what is man, you pay him any heed? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-27-2007</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Celes">John Celes</a><div class=q>
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Are not his days like that of hirelings? 
He is a servant longing for shadow, 
A hireling awaiting his wages.

I have been assigned months of misery, 
And weary troubling nights wait to seize me.
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