Job 7

1 Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days?⋮

2 As a servant desireth the shadow, And as a hireling expecteth his wage,⋮

3 So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.⋮

4 If I lay down then I said, 'When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.⋮

5 Clothed hath been my flesh with worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,⋮

6 My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.⋮

7 Remember Thou that my life is a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.⋮

8 The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes are upon me — and I am not.⋮

9 Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.⋮

10 He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.⋮

11 Also I — I withhold not my mouth — I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.⋮

12 A sea -monster am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?⋮

13 When I said, 'My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.⋮

14 And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,⋮

15 And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.⋮

16 I have wasted away — not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days are vanity.⋮

17 What is man that Thou dost magnify him? And that Thou settest unto him Thy heart?⋮

18 And inspectest him in the mornings, In the evenings dost try him?⋮

19 How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.⋮

20 I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself — and what?⋮

21 Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me — and I am not!⋮