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Job 9
“My days are swifter than a runner; they fly away without a
glimpse of joy.
They skim past like boats of papyrus, like eagles swooping down
on their prey.
My dae skiet vinniger as 'n naelloper verby,
hulle vlieg verby sonder dat ek iets goeds beleef, hulle gaan
vinnig by my verby soos papirusbote, soos 'n arend wat afskiet
op sy prooi.
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