Job, Chapter 7


[001] Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?

[002] As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:

[003] So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

[004] 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.

[005] My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

[006] My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

[007] O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

[008] The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

[009] As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.

[010] He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

[011] 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.

[012] Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?

[013] When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaints;

[014] Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:

[015] So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

[016] I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

[017] What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?

[018] And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?

[019] How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

[020] I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?

[021] And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.



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