Job 7
1 The life of a man on the earth is a battle, and his days are like the days of a hired hand.
"Isn't a man forced to labor on earth? Aren't his days like the days of a hired hand?
2 Just as a servant desires the shade, and just as the hired hand looks forward to the end of his work,
As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,
3 so also have I had empty months and have counted my burdensome nights.
so am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 If I lie down to sleep, I will say, “When will I rise?” And next I will hope for the evening and will be filled with sorrows even until darkness.
When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
5 My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
6 My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things.
Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.
8 Neither will the sight of man gaze upon me; your eyes are upon me, and I will not endure.
The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.
9 Just as a cloud is consumed and passes away, so he who descends to hell will not ascend. (Sheol h7585)
As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more. (Sheol h7585)
10 He will not return again to his house, nor will his own place know him any longer.
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
11 And because of this, I will not restrain my mouth. I will speak in the affliction of my spirit. I will converse from the bitterness of my soul.
"Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I an ocean or a whale, that you have encircled me in a prison?
Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
13 If I say, “My bed will comfort me, and I will find rest, speaking with myself on my blanket,”
When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;'
14 then you will frighten me with dreams, and strike dread through visions,
then you scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions:
15 so that, because of these things, my soul would choose hanging, and my bones, death.
so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
16 I despair; by no means will I live any longer. Spare me, for my days are nothing.
I loathe my life. I do not want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
17 What is man, that you should praise him? Or why do you place your heart near him?
What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
18 You visit him at dawn, and you test him unexpectedly.
that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?
19 How long will you not spare me, nor release me to ingest my saliva?
How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
20 I have sinned; what should I do for you, O keeper of men? Why have you set me against you, so that I have become burdensome even to myself?
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?
21 Why do you not steal away my sin, and why do you not sweep away my iniquity? Behold, now I will sleep in the dust, and if you seek me in the morning, I will not remain.
Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."
