Tua Palavra

|Jó 7:1| “Do not mortals have hard service on earth? Are not their days like those of hired laborers?

|Jó 7:2| Like a slave longing for the evening shadows, or a hired laborer waiting to be paid,

|Jó 7:3| so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me.

|Jó 7:4| When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’ The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.

|Jó 7:5| My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering.

|Jó 7:6| “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.

|Jó 7:7| Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see happiness again.

|Jó 7:8| The eye that now sees me will see me no longer; you will look for me, but I will be no more.

|Jó 7:9| As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so one who goes down to the grave does not return.

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|Jó 7:10| He will never come to his house again; his place will know him no more.