Job 7 Parallel Bible Translations

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1 The life of a man on the earth is a battle, and his days are like the days of a hired hand. “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 Just as a servant desires the shade, and just as the hired hand looks forward to the end of his work, 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 so also have I had empty months and have counted my burdensome nights. 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 If I lie down to sleep, I will say, “When will I rise?” And next I will hope for the evening and will be filled with sorrows even until darkness. 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 flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened. 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 days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any 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 Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things. “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 Neither will the sight of man gaze upon me; your eyes are upon me, and I will not endure. 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 Just as a cloud is consumed and passes away, so he who descends to hell will not ascend. 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 He will not return again to his house, nor will his own place know him any longer. 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 And because of this, I will not restrain my mouth. I will speak in the affliction of my spirit. I will converse from the bitterness of my soul. “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 an ocean or a whale, that you have encircled me in a 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 If I say, “My bed will comfort me, and I will find rest, speaking with myself on my blanket,” 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 you will frighten me with dreams, and strike dread 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 so that, because of these things, my soul would choose hanging, and my bones, death. 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 despair; by no means will I live any longer. Spare me, for my days are nothing. 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 you should praise him? Or why do you place your heart near 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 You visit him at dawn, and you test him unexpectedly. visit him every morning and test him every moment? that you examine them every morning and test them every moment?
19 How long will you not spare me, nor release me to ingest my saliva? 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 have sinned; what should I do for you, O keeper of men? Why have you set me against you, so that I have become burdensome even to myself? 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 do you not steal away my sin, and why do you not sweep away my iniquity? Behold, now I will sleep in the dust, and if you seek me in the morning, I will not remain. 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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