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As an eved earnestly longeth for tzel (shade), and as a sachir waiteth for the wage of his work,

So am I made to possess months of shav (vanity, futility), and lailot amal (nights of weariness) are appointed to me.

When I lie down, I say, Mosai (how long) till I arise? But the erev drags on, and I am full of tossings to and fro unto dawn.

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