Job 7
1 “Is not man consigned to labor on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired hand?
Hath not man a life of labour upon earth? and are not his days like the days of a hireling?
2 Like a slave he longs for shade; like a hireling he waits for his wages.
As a bondman earnestly desireth the shadow, and a hireling expecteth his wages,
3 So I am allotted months of futility, and nights of misery are appointed me.
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 When I lie down I think: ‘When will I get up?’ But the night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
If I lie down, I say, When shall I rise up, and the darkness be gone? and I am full of tossings until the dawn.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and encrusted with dirt; my skin is cracked and festering.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and suppurates.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; they come to an end without hope.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 Remember that my life is but a breath. My eyes will never again see happiness.
Remember thou that my life is wind; mine eye shall no more see good.
8 The eye that beholds me will no longer see me. You will look for me, but I will be no more.
The eye of him that hath seen me shall behold me no [more]: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
9 As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come back up. (Sheol h7585)
The cloud consumeth and vanisheth away; so he that goeth down to Sheol shall not come up. (Sheol h7585)
10 He never returns to his house; his place remembers him no more.
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him again.
11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Therefore I will not restrain my mouth: I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that You must keep me under guard?
Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, that thou settest a watch over me?
13 When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
14 then You frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions;
15 so that I would prefer strangling and death over my life in this body.
So that my soul chooseth strangling, death, rather than my bones.
16 I loathe my life! I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
I loathe it; I shall not live always: let me alone, for my days are a breath.
17 What is man that You should exalt him, that You should set Your heart upon him,
What is man, that thou makest much of him? and that thou settest thy heart upon him?
18 that You attend to him every morning, and test him every moment?
And that thou visitest him every morning, triest him every moment?
19 Will You never look away from me, or leave me alone to swallow my spittle?
How long wilt thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to You, O watcher of mankind? Why have You made me Your target, so that I am a burden to You?
Have I sinned, what do I unto thee, thou Observer of men? Why hast thou set me as an object of assault for thee, so that I am become a burden to myself?
21 Why do You not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For soon I will lie down in the dust; You will seek me, but I will be no more.”
And why dost not thou forgive my transgression and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I lie down in the dust, and thou shalt seek me early, and I shall not be.
