Tua Palavra

|Jó 7:1| Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?

|Jó 7:2| As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:

|Jó 7:3| So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

|Jó 7:4| When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

|Jó 7:5| My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

|Jó 7:6| My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

|Jó 7:7| O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

|Jó 7:8| The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

|Jó 7:9| As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.

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|Jó 7:10| He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.