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1 The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling. “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 As a servant longeth for the shade, as the hireling looketh for 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 I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome 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 shall say: When shall arise? and again I shall look for the evening, and shall be filled with sorrows even till 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 rottenness and the filth of dust, my skin is withered and drawn together. 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 more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are 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 but wind, and my eyes shall 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 Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more. 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 As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up. 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 shall he return my more into his house, neither shall his place know 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 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. “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, that thou hast enclosed 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 shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved speaking with myself on 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 Thou wilt frighten me with dreams and terrify me with 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 my soul rather chooseth 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 have done with hope, I shall now live no 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 a man that thou shouldst magnify him? or why dost thou set thy heart upon 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 in the morning, and thou provest him suddenly. visit him every morning and test him every moment? that you examine them every morning and test them every moment?
19 How long wilt thou not spare me, nor suffer me to swallow down my spittle? 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 shall I do to thee, O keeper of men? why hast thou set me opposite to thee, and I am become burdensome 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 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. 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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