Job 7
1 “Isn’t a man forced to labour on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?
militia est vita hominis super terram et sicut dies mercennarii dies eius
2 As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,
sicut servus desiderat umbram et sicut mercennarius praestolatur finem operis sui
3 so I am made to possess months of misery, 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 will I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
si dormiero dico 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 closes up, and breaks out 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 are spent without hope.
dies mei velocius transierunt quam a texente tela succiditur et consumpti sunt absque ulla spe
7 Oh remember that my life is a breath. 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 who sees me will see me no more. Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.
nec aspiciet me visus hominis oculi tui in me et non subsistam
9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol will come up no more. (Sheol h7585)
sicut consumitur nubes et pertransit sic qui descenderit ad inferos non ascendet (Sheol h7585)
10 He will return no more to his house, neither will his place know him any more.
nec revertetur ultra in domum suam neque cognoscet eum amplius locus eius
11 “Therefore I will not keep silent. 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 animae meae
12 Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
numquid mare sum ego aut cetus quia circumdedisti me carcere
13 When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me. My couch will ease my complaint,’
si dixero consolabitur me lectulus meus et relevabor loquens mecum in strato meo
14 then you scare me with dreams and terrify me through visions,
terrebis me per somnia et per visiones horrore concuties
15 so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
quam ob rem elegit suspendium anima mea et mortem ossa mea
16 I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
desperavi nequaquam ultra iam vivam parce mihi nihil enim sunt dies mei
17 What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
quid est homo quia magnificas eum aut quia ponis erga eum cor tuum
18 that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?
visitas eum diluculo et subito probas illum
19 How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
usquequo non parces mihi nec dimittis me ut gluttiam salivam meam
20 If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?
peccavi quid faciam tibi o custos hominum quare posuisti me contrarium tibi et factus sum mihimet ipsi gravis
21 Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now will I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I will 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
