An Anthem taken from the 7th Chapter of Job › Representative Texts

Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth,
are not his days also as the days of an hireling?
I'm made to possess months of vanity,
and worrisome nights are appointed to me,
And worrisome nights are appointed to me,
And worrisome nights are appointed to me.

When I lie down, when I lie down,
I say, when shall I arise and the night begone?
I'm full of tosing to and fro,
unto the dawning of the day.
When I lie down, when I lie down,
I say, when shall I arise and the night begone?
I'm full of tosing to and fro,
unto the dawning of the day.

My flesh is cloth'd with worms and clods of dust.
My skin is broken and become loathsome.
I loathe it. I would not live always,
I would not live always,
I would not live always,
I would not live always.

Let me alone for my days are vanity,
for my days are vanity.
My days are swifter than a weavers shuttle
and are spent without hope.

O remember that my life, my life is wind,
mine eyes shall no more see good.
As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away,
so he that goeth down to the grave
shall come up no more:
for now shall I sleep, shall sleep in the dust
and thou shalt seek me in the morning,
thou shalt seek me, but I shall not be.

O remember that my life, my life is wind,
mine eyes shall no more see good.
As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away,
so he that goeth down to the grave
shall come up no more:
for now shall I sleep, shall sleep in the dust
and thou shalt seek me in the morning,
thou shalt seek me, but I shall not be.

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