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"Isn't a man forced to labor on earth? Aren't his days like the days of a hired hand?

As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, As a hireling who looks for his wages,

He shall return no more to his house, Neither shall his place know him any more.

He shall lean on his house, but it shall not stand. He shall cling to it, but it shall not endure.

He is green before the sun, His shoots go forth over his garden.

His roots are wrapped around the rock pile, He sees the place of stones.

If he is destroyed from his place, Then it shall deny him, saying, 'I have not seen you.'

Behold, this is the joy of his way: Out of the earth shall others spring.

Who removes the mountains, and they don't know it, When he overturns them in his anger

"God will not withdraw his anger; The helpers of Rahab stoop under him.

There is no umpire between us, That might lay his hand on us both.

Let him take his rod away from me, Let his terror not make me afraid:

But oh that God would speak, And open his lips against you,

I am like one who is a joke to his neighbor, I, who called on God, and he answered. The just, the blameless man is a joke.

With him is strength and wisdom; The deceived and the deceiver are his.

Shall not his majesty make you afraid, And his dread fall on you?

Seeing his days are determined, The number of his months is with you, And you have appointed his bounds that he can't pass;

Look away from him, that he may rest, Until he shall accomplish, as a hireling, his day.

You forever prevail against him, and he passes; You change his face, and send him away.

His sons come to honor, and he doesn't know it; They are brought low, but he doesn't perceive it of them.