Job 7
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Job 7
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| Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling? | Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment? |
| As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, And as a hireling that looketh for his wages: | As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment: |
| So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me. | So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me. |
| 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. | When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light. |
| My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh. | My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again. |
| My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope. | My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope. |
| Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good. | O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good. |
| The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be. | The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone. |
| As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away, So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more. | A cloud comes to an end and is gone; so he who goes down into the underworld comes not up again. |
| He shall return no more to his house, Neither shall his place know him any more. | He will not come back to his house, and his place will have no more knowledge of him. |
| 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. | So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry. |
| Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me? | Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me? |
| When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint; | When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease; |
| Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions: | Then you send dreams to me, and visions of fear; |
| So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than [these] my bones. | So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains. |
| I loathe [my life]; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity. | I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath. |
| What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him, And that thou shouldest set thy mind upon him, | What is man, that you have made him great, and that your attention is fixed on him, |
| And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, And try him every moment? | And that your hand is on him every morning, and that you are testing him every minute? |
| How long wilt thou not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle? | How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space? |
| 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? | If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself? |
| 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. | And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone. |
