Job’s Life Seems Futile 1“Is not man forced to labor on earth, And are not his days like the days of a hired man?
2“As a slave who pants for the shade,
3So am I allotted months of vanity,
4“When I lie down I say,
5“My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt,
6“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
7“Remember that my life is but breath;
8“The eye of him who sees me will behold me no longer;
9“When a cloud vanishes, it is gone,
10“He will not return again to his house,
11“Therefore I will not restrain my mouth;
12“Am I the sea, or the sea monster,
13“If I say, ‘My bed will comfort me,
14Then You frighten me with dreams
15So that my soul would choose suffocation,
16“I waste away; I will not live forever.
17“What is man that You magnify him,
18That You examine him every morning
19“Will You never turn Your gaze away from me,
20“Have I sinned? What have I done to You,
21“Why then do You not pardon my transgression NASB 1995 Copyright © 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1995 by The Lockman Foundation, La Habra, Calif. All rights reserved. For Permission to Quote Information visit http://www.lockman.org Bible Hub |