Job 7 Parallel Bible Translations

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Bishops' Bible of 1568
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1 Is ther not an appoynted time to man vpon earth? Are not his dayes also like the dayes of an hired seruaunt? “Has not man a hard service on earth, and are not his days like the days of a hired hand? “Do not mortals have hard service on earth? Are not their days like those of hired laborers?
2 For like as a bonde seruaunt desireth the shadowe, and as an hyreling woulde fayne haue the rewarde of his worke: Like a slave who longs for the shadow, and like a hired hand who looks for his wages, Like a slave longing for the evening shadows, or a hired laborer waiting to be paid,
3 Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes long in vayne, and many a carefull night haue I tolde. so I am allotted months of emptiness, and nights of misery are apportioned to me. so I have been allotted months of futility, and nights of misery have been assigned to me.
4 When I layde me downe to sleepe, I sayde, O when shall I arise? and measuring the euening, I am euen full with tossing to and fro vnto the dawning of the day. When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’ But the night is long, and I am full of tossing till the dawn. When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’ The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
5 My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible. My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt; my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh. My body is clothed with worms and scabs, my skin is broken and festering.
6 My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope. My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and come to their end without hope. “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and they come to an end without hope.
7 O remember that my lyfe is but a winde, and that myne eye shall no more see pleasures: “Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will never again see good. Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath; my eyes will never see happiness again.
8 Yea and the eye that hath seene me, shal see me no more: for yer thou fasten thyne eye vpon me, I come to naught. The eye of him who sees me will behold me no more; while your eyes are on me, I shall be gone. The eye that now sees me will see me no longer; you will look for me, but I will be no more.
9 The cloude is consumed and vanished away: so he that goeth downe to the graue shall come no more vp, As the cloud fades and vanishes, so he who goes down to Sheol does not come up; As a cloud vanishes and is gone, so one who goes down to the grave does not return.
10 Nor turne againe into his house, neither shall his place knowe him any more. he returns no more to his house, nor does his place know him anymore. He will never come to his house again; his place will know him no more.
11 Therfore I wil not spare my mouth, but I will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my mynde. “Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. “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.
12 Am I a sea or a whale fish, that thou kepest me so in prison? Am I the sea, or a sea monster, that you set a guard over me? Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep, that you put me under guard?
13 When I say, My bed shal comfort me, I shall haue some refreshing by talking to my selfe vpon my couch: When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,’ When I think my bed will comfort me and my couch will ease my complaint,
14 Then fearest thou me with dreames, & makest me so afrayde through visions, then you scare me with dreams and terrify me with visions, even then you frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
15 That my soule wisheth rather to perishe and die, then my bones to remayne. so that I would choose strangling and death rather than my bones. so that I prefer strangling and death, rather than this body of mine.
16 I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie. I loathe my life; I would not live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are a breath. I despise my life; I would not live forever. Let me alone; my days have no meaning.
17 What is man that thou doest magnifie him? and that thou settest thy heart vpon him? What is man, that you make so much of him, and that you set your heart on him, “What is mankind that you make so much of them, that you give them so much attention,
18 Thou visitest him early and euery day, euery moment doest thou trie him. visit him every morning and test him every moment? that you examine them every morning and test them every moment?
19 Why goest thou not fro me, nor lettest me alone, so long till I may swalowe downe my spyttle? How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone till I swallow my spit? Will you never look away from me, or let me alone even for an instant?
20 I haue offended, what shall I do vnto the, O thou preseruer of men? Why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden to my selfe? If I sin, what do I do to you, you watcher of mankind? Why have you made me your mark? Why have I become a burden to you? 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?
21 Why doest thou not pardon my trespasses, and take away myne iniquitie? Behold, nowe must I sleepe in the dust, and if thou sekest me to morowe in the morning, I shal not be. Why do you not pardon my transgression and take away my iniquity? For now I shall lie in the earth; you will seek me, but I shall not be.” 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.”
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