21 Who long for death, but it doesn't come; Dig for it more than for hidden treasures,
22 Who rejoice exceedingly, Are glad, when they can find the grave?
23 Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, Whom God has hedged in?
24 For my sighing comes before I eat, My groanings are poured out like water.
25 For the thing which I fear comes on me, That which I am afraid of comes to me.
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