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5th Sunday in Ordinary Time

Job began to speak:

Is it not man's life on earth nothing more than pressed service, his time no better than hired drudgery?  Like the slave, sighing for the shade, or the workman with no thought but his wages, months of delusion I have assigned to me, nothing for my own but nights of grief.  Lying in bed I wonder, 'When will it be day?'  Restlessly I fret till twilight falls.  Swifter than a weaver's shuttle my days have passed, and vanished, leaving no hope behind.  Remember that my life is but a breath, and that my eyes will never again see joy.

Job 7:1-4, 6-7
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