Job 7 / 42
- 1"Does not man have hard service on earth? Are not his days like those of a hired man?
- 2Like a slave longing for the evening shadows, or a hired man waiting eagerly for his wages,
- 3so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me.
- 4When I lie down I think, 'How long before I get up?' The night drags on, and I toss till dawn.
- 5My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering.
- 6"My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
- 7Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see happiness again.
- 8The eye that now sees me will see me no longer; you will look for me, but I will be no more.
- 9As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so he who goes down to the grave does not return.
- 10He will never come to his house again; his place will know him no more.
- 11"Therefore I will not keep silent; I will speak out in the anguish of my spirit, I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
- 12Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that you put me under guard?
- 13When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
- 14even then you frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
- 15so that I prefer strangling and death, rather than this body of mine.
- 16I despise my life; I would not live forever. Let me alone; my days have no meaning.
- 17"What is man that you make so much of him, that you give him so much attention,
- 18that you examine him every morning and test him every moment?
- 19Will you never look away from me, or let me alone even for an instant?
- 20If I have sinned, what have I done to you, O watcher of men? Why have you made me your target? Have I become a burden to you?
- 21Why do you not pardon my offenses and forgive my sins? For I will soon lie down in the dust; you will search for me, but I will be no more."