February 5, 2012, First Reading

Book of Job 7:1 – 4, 6, 7

7:1 The life of a man on the earth is a battle, and his days are like the days of a hired hand.
7:2 Just as a servant desires the shade, and just as the hired hand looks forward to the end of his work,
7:3 so also have I had empty months and have counted my burdensome nights.
7:4 If I lie down to sleep, I will say, “When will I rise?” And next I will hope for the evening and will be filled with sorrows even until darkness.
7:5 My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.
7:6 My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope.
7:7 Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things.


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