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Job 7

Common English Bible CEB

1 Isn't slavery everyone's condition on earth, our days like those of a hired worker?

2 Like a slave we pant for a shadow, await our task like a hired worker. nights of toil have been measured out for me.

3 So I have inherited months of emptiness;

4 If I lie down and think—When will I get up?— night drags on, and restless thoughts fill me until dawn.

5 My flesh is covered with worms and crusted earth; my skin hardens and oozes.

6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle; they reach their end without hope.

7 Remember that my life is wind; my eyes won't see pleasure again.

8 The eye that sees me now will no longer look on me; your eyes will be on me, and I won't exist.

9 A cloud breaks apart and moves on— like the one who descends to the grave and won't rise,

10 won't return home again, won't be recognized in town anymore.

11 But I won't keep quiet; I will speak in the adversity of my spirit, groan in the bitterness of my life.

12 Am I Sea or the Sea Monster that you place me under guard?

13 If I say, "My couch will comfort me," my bed will diminish my murmuring.

14 You scare me with dreams, frighten me with visions.

15 I would choose strangling and death instead of my bones.

16 I reject life; I don't want to live long; leave me alone, for my days are empty.

17 What are human beings, that you exalt them, that you take note of them,

18 visit them each morning, test them every moment?

19 Why not look away from me; let me alone until I swallow my spit?

20 If I sinned, what did I do to you, guardian of people? Why have you made me your target so that I'm a burden to myself?

21 Why not forgive my sin, overlook my iniquity? Then I would lie down in the dust; you would search hard for me, and I would not exist.

The Message Bible MSG

1 "Human life is a struggle, isn't it? It's a life sentence to hard labor.

2 Like field hands longing for quitting time and working stiffs with nothing to hope for but payday,

3 I'm given a life that meanders and goes nowhere - months of aimlessness, nights of misery!

4 I go to bed and think, 'How long till I can get up?' I toss and turn as the night drags on - and I'm fed up!

5 I'm covered with maggots and scabs. My skin gets scaly and hard, then oozes with pus.

6 My days come and go swifter than the click of knitting needles, and then the yarn runs out - an unfinished life!

7 "God, don't forget that I'm only a puff of air! These eyes have had their last look at goodness.

8 And your eyes have seen the last of me; even while you're looking, there'll be nothing left to look at.

9 When a cloud evaporates, it's gone for good; those who go to the grave never come back.

10 They don't return to visit their families; never again will friends drop in for coffee.

11 "And so I'm not keeping one bit of this quiet, I'm laying it all out on the table; my complaining to high heaven is bitter, but honest.

12 Are you going to put a muzzle on me, the way you quiet the sea and still the storm?

13 If I say, 'I'm going to bed, then I'll feel better. A little nap will lift my spirits,'

14 You come and so scare me with nightmares and frighten me with ghosts

15 That I'd rather strangle in the bedclothes than face this kind of life any longer.

16 I hate this life! Who needs any more of this? Let me alone! There's nothing to my life - it's nothing but smoke.

17 "What are mortals anyway, that you bother with them, that you even give them the time of day?

18 That you check up on them every morning, looking in on them to see how they're doing?

19 Let up on me, will you? Can't you even let me spit in peace?

20 Even suppose I'd sinned - how would that hurt you? You're responsible for every human being. Don't you have better things to do than pick on me? Why make a federal case out of me?

21 Why don't you just forgive my sins and start me off with a clean slate? The way things are going, I'll soon be dead. You'll look high and low, but I won't be around."