Job 7
1 Is there not a warfare to a mortal, upon earth? And, as the days of a hireling, are not his days?
militia est vita hominis super terram et sicut dies mercennarii dies eius
2 As, a bondman, panteth for the shadow, and as, a hireling, longeth for his wage,
sicut servus desiderat umbram et sicut mercennarius praestolatur finem operis sui
3 So, have I been made to inherit months of calamity, and, nights of weariness, have been appointed me.
sic et ego habui menses vacuos et noctes laboriosas enumeravi mihi
4 As soon as I lie down, I say, When shall I arise? yet he lengtheneth out the evening, and I am wearied with tossings until the breeze of twilight.
si dormiero dico quando consurgam et rursum expectabo vesperam et replebor doloribus usque ad tenebras
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and a coating of dust, My skin, hath hardened, and then run afresh:
induta est caro mea putredine et sordibus pulveris cutis mea aruit et contracta est
6 My days, are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they are spent, without hope.
dies mei velocius transierunt quam a texente tela succiditur et consumpti sunt absque ulla spe
7 Remember thou, that, a wind, is my life, not again shall mine eye see blessing:
memento quia ventus est vita mea et non revertetur oculus meus ut videat bona
8 Nor shall see me—the eye that used to behold me, Thine eyes, are upon me, and I am not.
nec aspiciet me visus hominis oculi tui in me et non subsistam
sicut consumitur nubes et pertransit sic qui descenderit ad inferos non ascendet (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall not return again to his house, and his own place shall be acquainted with him no more.
nec revertetur ultra in domum suam neque cognoscet eum amplius locus eius
11 I also, cannot restrain my mouth, —I must speak, in the anguish of my spirit, I must find utterance, in the bitterness of my soul.
quapropter et ego non parcam ori meo loquar in tribulatione spiritus mei confabulabor cum amaritudine animae meae
12 Am, I, a sea, or a sea-monster, —That thou shouldst set over me a watch?
numquid mare sum ego aut cetus quia circumdedisti me carcere
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall help to carry my complaint,
si dixero consolabitur me lectulus meus et relevabor loquens mecum in strato meo
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and, by visions, dost thou terrify me:
terrebis me per somnia et per visiones horrore concuties
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, Death, rather than [these] my bones!
quam ob rem elegit suspendium anima mea et mortem ossa mea
16 I am wasted away, Not, to times age-abiding, can I live, Let me alone, for, a breath, are my days.
desperavi nequaquam ultra iam vivam parce mihi nihil enim sunt dies mei
17 What is a mortal, that thou shouldst nurture him? Or that thou shouldst fix upon him thy mind?
quid est homo quia magnificas eum aut quia ponis erga eum cor tuum
18 That thou shouldst inspect him morning by morning, moment by moment, shouldst test him?
visitas eum diluculo et subito probas illum
19 How long wilt thou not look away from me? Wilt thou not let me alone, till I can swallow my spittle?
usquequo non parces mihi nec dimittis me ut gluttiam salivam meam
20 I have sinned, What can I do for thee, thou watcher of men? Wherefore hast thou set me as thine object of attack, or have I become, unto thee, a burden?
peccavi quid faciam tibi o custos hominum quare posuisti me contrarium tibi et factus sum mihimet ipsi gravis
21 And why wilt thou not remove my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For, now, in the dust, should I lie down, and thou shouldst seek me diligently, and I should not be.
cur non tolles peccatum meum et quare non auferes iniquitatem meam ecce nunc in pulvere dormiam et si mane me quaesieris non subsistam
