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Unformatted text preview: am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day. 7:5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is
broken, and become loathsome. 7:6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without
hope. 7:7 O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good. 7:8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes
are upon me, and I am not. 7:9 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down
to the grave shall come up no more. 7:10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place
know him any more. 7:11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the
anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. 7:12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me? 7:13
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my
complaints; 7:14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me
through visions: 7:15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death
rather than my life. 7:16 I loathe it; I would not live alway...
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This note was uploaded on 01/04/2011 for the course CSE 143 taught by Professor Sr during the Spring '08 term at University of Washington.
- Spring '08
- Computer Science