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My days are swifter than a weavers shuttle, and they come to an end without hope. Remember, 0 God, that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see happiness again. The eye that now sees me will see me no longer; you will look for me, but I will be no more. As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so he who goes down to the grave does not return. He will never come to his house again, his place will know him no more. Therefore I will not keep silent; I will speak out in the anguish of my spirit, I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that you put me under guard? #Job_7:6-12 NIV.
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 04:37:58 +0000

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