Job 7
1 Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?
militia est vita hominis super terram et sicut dies mercennarii dies eius
2 As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, And as a hireling that looketh for his wages:
sicut servus desiderat umbram et sicut mercennarius praestolatur finem operis sui
3 So am I made to possess months of misery, 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 unto 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 closeth up, and breaketh 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: Mine eye shall no more see good.
memento quia ventus est vita mea et non revertetur oculus meus ut videat bona
8 The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
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 Sheol 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 refrain 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 animae meae
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?
numquid mare sum ego 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 [these] my bones.
quam ob rem elegit suspendium anima mea et mortem ossa mea
16 I loathe [my life]; I would not live alway: 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 shouldest magnify him, And that thou shouldest set thy mind upon him,
quid est homo quia magnificas eum aut quia ponis erga eum cor tuum
18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, And try him every moment?
visitas eum diluculo et subito probas illum
19 How long wilt thou not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
usquequo non parces mihi nec dimittis me ut gluttiam salivam meam
20 If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, 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 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall 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
