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Job 7

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

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

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

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

3 So I have inherited months of emptiness;

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

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

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

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, and they come to an end without hope.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

18 visit them each morning, test them every moment?

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

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

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?

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 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.”

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.