Parallel Bible results for "Job 7"

Job 7

The Latin Vulgate VUL

1 militia est vita hominis super terram et sicut dies mercennarii dies eius

2 sicut servus desiderat umbram et sicut mercennarius praestolatur finem operis sui

3 sic et ego habui menses vacuos et noctes laboriosas enumeravi mihi

4 si dormiero dico quando consurgam et rursum expectabo vesperam et replebor doloribus usque ad tenebras

5 induta est caro mea putredine et sordibus pulveris cutis mea aruit et contracta est

6 dies mei velocius transierunt quam a texente tela succiditur et consumpti sunt absque ulla spe

7 memento quia ventus est vita mea et non revertetur oculus meus ut videat bona

8 nec aspiciet me visus hominis oculi tui in me et non subsistam

9 sicut consumitur nubes et pertransit sic qui descenderit ad inferos non ascendet

10 nec revertetur ultra in domum suam neque cognoscet eum amplius locus eius

11 quapropter et ego non parcam ori meo loquar in tribulatione spiritus mei confabulabor cum amaritudine animae meae

12 numquid mare sum ego aut cetus quia circumdedisti me carcere

13 si dixero consolabitur me lectulus meus et relevabor loquens mecum in strato meo

14 terrebis me per somnia et per visiones horrore concuties

15 quam ob rem elegit suspendium anima mea et mortem ossa mea

16 desperavi nequaquam ultra iam vivam parce mihi nihil enim sunt dies mei

17 quid est homo quia magnificas eum aut quia ponis erga eum cor tuum

18 visitas eum diluculo et subito probas illum

19 usquequo non parces mihi nec dimittis me ut gluttiam salivam meam

20 peccavi quid faciam tibi o custos hominum quare posuisti me contrarium tibi et factus sum mihimet ipsi gravis

21 cur non tolles peccatum meum et quare non auferes iniquitatem meam ecce nunc in pulvere dormiam et si mane me quaesieris non subsistam

New International Version NIV

1 “Do not mortals have hard service on earth? Are not their days like those of hired laborers?

2 Like a slave longing for the evening shadows, or a hired laborer waiting to be paid,

3 so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me.

4 When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’ The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.

5 My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering.

6 “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.

7 Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see happiness again.

8 The eye that now sees me will see me no longer; you will look for me, but I will be no more.

9 As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so one who goes down to the grave does not return.

10 He will never come to his house again; his place will know him no more.

11 “Therefore I will not keep silent; I will speak out in the anguish of my spirit, I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

12 Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that you put me under guard?

13 When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,

14 even then you frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,

15 so that I prefer strangling and death, rather than this body of mine.

16 I despise my life; I would not live forever. Let me alone; my days have no meaning.

17 “What is mankind that you make so much of them, that you give them so much attention,

18 that you examine them every morning and test them every moment?

19 Will you never look away from me, or let me alone even for an instant?

20 If I have sinned, what have I done to you, you who see everything we do? Why have you made me your target? Have I become a burden to you?

21 Why do you not pardon my offenses and forgive my sins? For I will soon lie down in the dust; you will search for me, but I will be no more.”