Job 7:1-10 ▼

1 Is there not warfare to man upon the earth, and his days as the days of a hireling?

2 As the servant will gape for the shadow, and as the hireling will wait for his work:

3 So was I caused to possess to me months of vanity, and nights of toil were allotted to me.

4 If I lay down, and I said, When shall I arise, and the evening be measured? And I was filled with tossings even to the twilight.

5 And my flesh was clothed with worms, and a clod of dust; my akin was contracted and melted away.

6 My days were swift above a weaver's shuttle, and will finish with no more of hope.

7 Remember that my life is wind: mine eyes shall not turn back to see good.

8 The eye of him seeing me shall not look after me: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

9 The cloud will end and will go away: thus he shall go down to hades and shall not come up.

10 He shall turn back no more to his house, and his place shall know him no more.