Month after month I have nothing to live for; night after night bring me grief. When I lie dawn. My life is full of worms; it’s covered with scabs; pus runs out of my sores. My days pass by without hope; pass faster than a weaver’s shuttle. Remember, O God, my life is only a breath; my happiness has already ended. You see me now, but never again. If you look for me, I will be gone. Like a cloud that fades and is gone; people die & never return; they are forgotten by all who knew them. Job 7:3-10. Be blst.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Jun 2013 02:50:50 +0000
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