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Job 7

New Living Translation NLT

1 “Is not all human life a struggle? Our lives are like that of a hired hand,

2 like a worker who longs for the shade, like a servant waiting to be paid.

3 I, too, have been assigned months of futility, long and weary nights of misery.

4 Lying in bed, I think, ‘When will it be morning?’ But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.

5 My body is covered with maggots and scabs. My skin breaks open, oozing with pus.

6 “My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle. They end without hope.

7 O God, remember that my life is but a breath, and I will never again feel happiness.

8 You see me now, but not for long. You will look for me, but I will be gone.

9 Just as a cloud dissipates and vanishes, those who die will not come back.

10 They are gone forever from their home— never to be seen again.

11 “I cannot keep from speaking. I must express my anguish. My bitter soul must complain.

12 Am I a sea monster or a dragon that you must place me under guard?

13 I think, ‘My bed will comfort me, and sleep will ease my misery,’

14 but then you shatter me with dreams and terrify me with visions.

15 I would rather be strangled— rather die than suffer like this.

16 I hate my life and don’t want to go on living. Oh, leave me alone for my few remaining days.

17 “What are people, that you should make so much of us, that you should think of us so often?

18 For you examine us every morning and test us every moment.

19 Why won’t you leave me alone, at least long enough for me to swallow!

20 If I have sinned, what have I done to you, O watcher of all humanity? Why make me your target? Am I a burden to you?

21 Why not just forgive my sin and take away my guilt? For soon I will lie down in the dust and die. When you look for me, I will be gone.”

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."