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Job 7

Good News Translation GNT

1 Human life is like forced army service, like a life of hard manual labor,

2 like a slave longing for cool shade; like a worker waiting to be paid.

3 Month after month I have nothing to live for; night after night brings me grief.

4 When I lie down to sleep, the hours drag; I toss all night and long for dawn.

5 My body is full of worms; it is covered with scabs; pus runs out of my sores.

6 My days pass by without hope, pass faster than a weaver's shuttle.

7 Remember, O God, my life is only a breath; my happiness has already ended.

8 You see me now, but never again. If you look for me, I'll be gone.

9 Like a cloud that fades and is gone, we humans die and never return; we are forgotten by all who knew us.

11 No! I can't be quiet! I am angry and bitter. I have to speak.

12 Why do you keep me under guard? Do you think I am a sea monster?

13 I lie down and try to rest; I look for relief from my pain.

14 But you - you terrify me with dreams; you send me visions and nightmares

15 until I would rather be strangled than live in this miserable body.

16 I give up; I am tired of living. Leave me alone. My life makes no sense.

17 Why are people so important to you? Why pay attention to what they do?

18 You inspect them every morning and test them every minute.

19 Won't you look away long enough for me to swallow my spit?

20 Are you harmed by my sin, you jailer? Why use me for your target practice? Am I so great a burden to you?

21 Can't you ever forgive my sin? Can't you pardon the wrong I do? Soon I will be in my grave, and I'll be gone when you look for me.

World English Bible WEB

1 "Isn't a man forced to labor on earth? Aren't his days like the days of a hired hand?

2 As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, As a hireling who looks for his wages,

3 So am I made to possess months of misery, Wearisome nights are appointed to me.

4 When I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.

5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.

6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.

7 Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.

8 The eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.

9 As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, So he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more.

11 "Therefore I will not keep silent. 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 sea-monster, That you put a guard over me?

13 When I say, 'My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;'

14 Then you scar me with dreams, And terrify me through visions:

15 So that my soul chooses strangling, Death rather than my bones.

16 I loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone; for my days are but a breath.

17 What is man, that you should magnify him, That you should set your mind on him,

18 That you should visit him every morning, And test him every moment?

19 How long will you not look away from me, Nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?

20 If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, So that I am a burden to myself?

21 Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."