Job 7:1-16 ▼

1 Is ther not an appoynted time to man vpon earth? Are not his dayes also like the dayes of an hired seruaunt?

2 For like as a bonde seruaunt desireth the shadowe, and as an hyreling woulde fayne haue the rewarde of his worke:

3 Euen so haue I laboured whole monethes long in vayne, and many a carefull night haue I tolde.

4 When I layde me downe to sleepe, I sayde, O when shall I arise? and measuring the euening, I am euen full with tossing to and fro vnto the dawning of the day.

5 My fleshe is clothed with wormes and dust of the earth: my skinne is withered and become horrible.

6 My dayes passe ouer more spedyly then a weauers shuttle, and are spent without hope.

7 O remember that my lyfe is but a winde, and that myne eye shall no more see pleasures:

8 Yea and the eye that hath seene me, shal see me no more: for yer thou fasten thyne eye vpon me, I come to naught.

9 The cloude is consumed and vanished away: so he that goeth downe to the graue shall come no more vp,

10 Nor turne againe into his house, neither shall his place knowe him any more.

11 Therfore I wil not spare my mouth, but I will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my mynde.

12 Am I a sea or a whale fish, that thou kepest me so in prison?

13 When I say, My bed shal comfort me, I shall haue some refreshing by talking to my selfe vpon my couch:

14 Then fearest thou me with dreames, & makest me so afrayde through visions,

15 That my soule wisheth rather to perishe and die, then my bones to remayne.

16 I can see no remedy, I shall liue no more: O spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.