Job 7
1 Is there not a warfare to a mortal, upon earth? And, as the days of a hireling, are not his days?
Hath not man a life of labour upon earth? and are not his days like the days of a hireling?
2 As, a bondman, panteth for the shadow, and as, a hireling, longeth for his wage,
As a bondman earnestly desireth the shadow, and a hireling expecteth his wages,
3 So, have I been made to inherit months of calamity, and, nights of weariness, have been appointed me.
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
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.
If I lie down, I say, When shall I rise up, and the darkness be gone? and I am full of tossings until the dawn.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and a coating of dust, My skin, hath hardened, and then run afresh:
My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and suppurates.
6 My days, are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they are spent, without hope.
My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 Remember thou, that, a wind, is my life, not again shall mine eye see blessing:
Remember thou that my life is wind; mine eye shall no more see good.
8 Nor shall see me—the eye that used to behold me, Thine eyes, are upon me, and I am not.
The eye of him that hath seen me shall behold me no [more]: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
The cloud consumeth and vanisheth away; so he that goeth down to Sheol shall not come up. (Sheol h7585)
10 He shall not return again to his house, and his own place shall be acquainted with him no more.
He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him again.
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.
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.
12 Am, I, a sea, or a sea-monster, —That thou shouldst set over me a watch?
Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, that thou settest a watch over me?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall help to carry my complaint,
When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and, by visions, dost thou terrify me:
Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions;
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, Death, rather than [these] my bones!
So that my soul chooseth strangling, death, rather than my bones.
16 I am wasted away, Not, to times age-abiding, can I live, Let me alone, for, a breath, are my days.
I loathe it; I shall not live always: let me alone, for my days are a breath.
17 What is a mortal, that thou shouldst nurture him? Or that thou shouldst fix upon him thy mind?
What is man, that thou makest much of him? and that thou settest thy heart upon him?
18 That thou shouldst inspect him morning by morning, moment by moment, shouldst test him?
And that thou visitest him every morning, triest him every moment?
19 How long wilt thou not look away from me? Wilt thou not let me alone, till I can swallow my spittle?
How long wilt thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
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?
Have I sinned, what do I unto thee, thou Observer of men? Why hast thou set me as an object of assault for thee, so that I am become a burden to myself?
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.
And why dost not thou forgive my transgression and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I lie down in the dust, and thou shalt seek me early, and I shall not be.
