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Job 7

Young's Literal Translation YLT

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!

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.”