Job 07

 Job 07

1 Does not man have war on earth? And are not his days like the days of a hired servant?

2 Like a deer that longs for its shadow, and like a hired servant who waits for his wages.

3 So they have given me months of vanity as my inheritance, and nights of labor have they prepared for me.

4 When I lie down to sleep, I say, “When shall I arise?” But the night is long, and I am full of tossing and turning until the morning.

5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is chapped and has become abominable.

6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they perish without hope.

7 Remember that my life is like the wind; my eyes shall see no good again.

8 The eyes of those who see me now shall see me no more; Your eyes will be upon me, but I will be no more.

9 As the cloud vanishes and passes away, so he who goes down to the grave will never come up again.

10 He will never return to his house, nor will his place know him any more.

11 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 the sea or the sea lion, that you set a guard over me?

13 When I say, "My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my anguish!"

14 Then you frighten me with dreams, and terrify me with visions;

15 Therefore my soul would rather choose strangling, yea, death than these my bones.

16 I abhor my life, for I shall not live forever; depart from me, for my days are vanity.

 17 What is man, that you value him, that you set your heart upon him,

 18 that you visit him every morning, that you test him every moment? 

19 How long will you not leave me, nor let me go, until I swallow my spittle? 

20 If I have sinned, what shall I do to you, O Guardian of men? Why have you made me a mark for yourself, that I should be a burden to myself? 

21 And why do you not forgive my transgression, and take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust; and early in the morning you will seek me, and I will not be there.