Job 7:1-10 ▼

1 “ Is there not hard service for man on earth? Are his days like the days of a hireling?

2 As a servant longs for shade, and as a hireling awaits his wages,

3 so are allotted to me months of emptiness, and nights of toil are appointed to me.

4 When I lie down, then I say, ‘When shall I arise?’ But the night is measured out, and I am full of tossings until dawn.

5 My flesh is clothed with worm and clod of the dust; my skin breaks and festers.

6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; and they end without hope.

7 Remember that my life is a breath; my eye shall not return to see good.

8 The eye of the one seeing me shall not behold me; your eyes are on me, and I will be no more.

9 As a cloud is consumed and goes away, so the one going down to Sheol does not ascend.

10 He shall not return again to his house, nor shall his place recognize him anymore.