Job 7:1-11 NLT

1 “Is not all human life a struggle? Our lives are like that of a hired hand,
2 like a worker who longs for the shade, like a servant waiting to be paid.
3 I, too, have been assigned months of futility, long and weary nights of misery.
4 Lying in bed, I think, ‘When will it be morning?’ But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.
5 My body is covered with maggots and scabs. My skin breaks open, oozing with pus.
6 “My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle. They end without hope.
7 O God, remember that my life is but a breath, and I will never again feel happiness.
8 You see me now, but not for long. You will look for me, but I will be gone.
9 Just as a cloud dissipates and vanishes, those who diea will not come back.

References for Job 7:9

    • ߏ 7:9 - Hebrew who go down to Sheol.
      10 They are gone forever from their home— never to be seen again.
      11 “I cannot keep from speaking. I must express my anguish. My bitter soul must complain.