Job 7

1Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment?

1The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling.

2As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment:

2As a servant longeth for the shade, as the hireling looketh for the end of his work;

3So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.

3So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights.

4When 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.

4If I lie down to sleep, I shall say: When shall I rise? and again, I shall look for the evening, and shall be filled with sorrows even till darkness.

5My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.

5My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust; my skin is withered and drawn together.

6My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.

6My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.

7O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.

7Remember that my life is but wind, and my eye shall not return to see good things.

8The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone.

8Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more.

9A cloud comes to an end and is gone; so he who goes down into the underworld comes not up again.

9As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up.

10He will not come back to his house, and his place will have no more knowledge of him.

10Nor shall he return any more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more

11So 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.

11Wherefore, I will not spare my mouth, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul.

12Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?

12Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast enclosed me in a prison?

13When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;

13If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved, speaking with myself on my couch:

14Then you send dreams to me, and visions of fear;

14Thou wilt frighten me with dreams, and terrify me with visions.

15So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.

15So that my soul rather chooseth hanging, and my bones death.

16I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.

16I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.

17What is man, that you have made him great, and that your attention is fixed on him,

17What is a man, that thou shouldst magnify him or why dost thou set thy heart upon him?

18And that your hand is on him every morning, and that you are testing him every minute?

18Thou visitest him early in the morning, and thou provest him suddenly.

19How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?

19How long wilt thou not spare me, nor suffer me to swallow down my spittle?

20If 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?

20I have sinned: what shall I do to thee, O keeper of men? why hast thou set me opposite to thee. and am I become burdensome to myself?

21And 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.

21Why dost thou not remove my sin, and why dost thou not take away my iniquity? Behold now I shall sleep in the dust: and if thou seek me in the morning, I shall not be.