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My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.(Job 7:5)
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.(Job 7:6)
O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.(Job 7:7)
The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.(Job 7:9)
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.(Job 7:10)
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.(Job 7:11)

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Job 7:8 - Referencia Cruzada

Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance. (Salmos 90:8)
And doth thou open thine eyes upon such an one, and bringest me into judgment with thee? (Job 14:3)
Yet he passed away, and, lo, he was not: yea, I sought him, but he could not be found. (Salmos 37:36)
If he destroy him from his place, then it shall deny him, saying, I have not seen thee. (Job 8:18)
The eye also which saw him shall see him no more; neither shall his place any more behold him. (Job 20:9)
Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly unto all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet. (Job 13:27)
When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah. (Salmos 39:11)