Job 7 WBT

1 [Is there] not an appointed time to man upon earth? [are not] his days also like the days of a hireling?
2 As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as a hireling looketh for [the reward of] his work;
3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro to the dawning of the day.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken and become lothsome.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 O remember that my life [is] wind: my eye will no more see good.
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no [more]: thy eyes [are] upon me, and I [am] not.
9 [As] the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no [more].
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 [Am] I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?
13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, [and] death rather than my life.
16 I lothe [it]; I would not live always: let me alone; for my days [are] vanity.
17 What [is] man, that thou shouldst magnify him? and that thou shouldst set thy heart upon him?
18 And [that] thou shouldst visit him every morning, [and] try him every moment?
19 How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle?
20 I have sinned; what shall I do to thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?
21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I [shall] not [be].