| 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 complaint; |
| 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 mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be. |
