Job 7
1 [Is there] not an appointed time to man upon earth? [are not] his days also like the days of a hireling?
Militia est vita hominis super terram: et sicut dies mercenarii, dies eius.
2 As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as a hireling looketh for [the reward of] his work;
Sicut servus desiderat umbram, et sicut mercenarius præstolatur finem operis sui:
3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
Sic et ego habui menses vacuos, et noctes laboriosas enumeravi mihi.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro to the dawning of the day.
Si dormiero, dicam: Quando consurgam? et rursum expectabo vesperam, et replebor doloribus usque ad tenebras.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and become lothsome.
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 are spent without hope.
Dies mei velocius transierunt quam a texente tela succiditur, et consumpti sunt absque ulla spe.
7 O remember that my life [is] wind: my eye will no more see good.
Memento quia ventus est vita mea, et non revertetur oculus meus ut videat bona.
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no [more]: thy eyes [are] upon me, and I [am] not.
Nec aspiciet me visus hominis: oculi tui in me, et non subsistam.
9 [As] the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no [more]. (Sheol h7585)
Sicut consumitur nubes, et pertransit: sic qui descenderit ad inferos, non ascendet. (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
Nec revertetur ultra in domum suam, neque cognoscet eum amplius locus eius.
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.
Quapropter et ego non parcam ori meo, loquar in tribulatione spiritus mei: confabulabor cum amaritudine animæ meæ.
12 [Am] I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
Numquid mare ego sum, aut cetus, quia circumdedisti me carcere?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
Si dixero: Consolabitur me lectulus meus, et relevabor loquens mecum in strato meo:
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
Terrebis me per somnia, et per visiones horrore concuties.
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, [and] death rather than my life.
Quam ob rem elegit suspendium anima mea, et mortem ossa mea.
16 I lothe [it]; I would not live always: let me alone; for my days [are] vanity.
Desperavi, nequaquam ultra iam vivam: parce mihi, nihil enim sunt dies mei.
17 What [is] man, that thou shouldst magnify him? and that thou shouldst set thy heart upon him?
Quid est homo, quia magnificas eum? aut quid apponis erga eum cor tuum?
18 And [that] thou shouldst visit him every morning, [and] try him every moment?
Visitas eum diluculo, et subito probas illum:
19 How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle?
Usquequo non parcis mihi, nec dimittis me ut glutiam salivam meam?
20 I have sinned; what shall I do to thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
Peccavi, quid faciam tibi o custos hominum? quare posuisti me contrarium tibi, et factus sum mihimetipsi gravis?
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I [shall] not [be].
Cur non tollis peccatum meum, et quare non aufers iniquitatem meam? ecce, nunc in pulvere dormiam: et si mane me quæsieris, non subsistam.
