Job 7 Parallel Bible Translations

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Geneva Bible of 1587
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1 Is there not an appointed time to man vpon earth? and are not his dayes as the dayes of an hyreling? “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 seruant longeth for the shadowe, and as an hyreling looketh for the ende 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 So haue I had as an inheritance the moneths of vanitie, and painefull nights haue bene appointed vnto me. 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 layed me downe, I sayde, 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 flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, 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 are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they 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 Remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall not returne to see pleasure. “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 The eye that hath seene me, shall see me no more: thine eyes are vpon me, and I shall be no longer. 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 the cloude vanisheth and goeth away, so he that goeth downe to the graue, shall come vp no more. 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 shall returne no more to 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 Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde. “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 whalefish, that thou keepest me in warde? 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 couch shal relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation, 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, and astonishest 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 Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones. 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 abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: 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 thine 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 And doest visite him euery morning, and tryest him euery moment? visit him every morning and test him every moment? that you examine them every morning and test them every moment?
19 Howe long will it be yer thou depart from me? thou wilt not let me alone whiles I may swallowe my spettle. 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 sinned, what shal I do vnto thee? O thou preseruer of me, why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden vnto 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 And why doest thou not pardon my trespasse? and take away mine iniquitie? for nowe shall I sleepe in the dust, and if thou seekest me in the morning, I shall not be found. 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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