Job 7:1-10 ▼

1 Hath not man a life of labour upon earth? and are not his days like the days of a hireling?

2 As a bondman earnestly desireth the shadow, and a hireling expecteth his wages,

3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

4 If I lie down, I say, When shall I rise up, and the darkness be gone? and I am full of tossings until the dawn.

5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and suppurates.

6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

7 Remember thou that my life is wind; mine eye shall no more see good.

8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall behold me no [more]: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

9 The cloud consumeth and vanisheth away; so he that goeth down to Sheol shall not come up.

10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him again.