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Job 7

Douay-Rheims Catholic Bible RHE

1 The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling.

2 As a servant longeth for the shade, as the hireling looketh for the end of his work;

3 So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights.

4 If I lie down to sleep, I shall say: When shall I rise? and again, I shall look for the evening, and shall be filled with sorrows even till darkness.

5 My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust; my skin is withered and drawn together.

6 My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.

7 Remember that my life is but wind, and my eye shall not return to see good things.

8 Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more.

9 As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up.

10 Nor shall he return any more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more

11 Wherefore, I will not spare my month, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul.

12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast inclosed me in a prison?

13 If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved, speaking with myself on my couch:

14 Thou wilt frighten me with dreams, and terrify me with visions.

15 So that my soul rather chooseth hanging, and my bones death.

16 I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.

17 What is a man, that thou shouldst magnify him or why dost thou set thy heart upon him?

18 Thou visitest him early in the morning, and thou provest him suddenly.

19 How long wilt thou not spare me, nor suffer me to swallow down my spittle?

20 I have sinned: what shall I do to thee, O keeper of men? why hast thou set me opposite to thee. and am I become burdensome to myself?

21 Why dost thou not remove my sin, and why dost thou not take away my iniquity? Behold now I shall sleep in the dust: and if thou seek me in the morning, I shall not be.

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."