Job 7:1-10 ▼

1 “Is not man conscripted to labor on earth, And are not his days like the days of a hired man?

2 As a slave who pants for the shade, And as a hired man who eagerly hopes for his wages,

3 So am I apportioned months of worthlessness, And nights of trouble are appointed me.

4 If I lie down I say, ‘When shall I arise?’ But the twilight continues, And I am saturated with tossing until dawn.

5 My flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt; My skin scabs over and flows out again.

6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, And come to an end without hope.

7 “Remember that my life is but wind; My eye will not again see good.

8 The eye of him who sees me will behold me no longer; Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.

9 A cloud vanishes, and it is gone, So he who goes down to Sheol does not come up.

10 He will not return again to his house, Nor will his place recognize him anymore.