Job 7:1-16 ▼

1 “Is there not warfare to man on earth? And his days as the days of a hired worker?

2 As a servant desires the shadow, || And as a hired worker expects his wage,

3 So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, || And they numbered nights of misery to me.

4 If I lay down, then I have said, When do I rise, || And evening has been measured? And I have been full of tossings until dawn.

5 My flesh has been clothed [with] worms, || And a clod of dust, || My skin has been shriveled and is loathsome,

6 My days swifter than a loom, || And they are consumed without hope.

7 Remember that my life [is] a breath, || My eye does not turn back to see good.

8 The eye of my beholder does not behold me. Your eyes [are] on me—and I am not.

9 A cloud has been consumed, and it goes, || So he who is going down to Sheol does not come up.

10 He does not turn to his house again, || Nor does his place discern him again.

11 Also I do not withhold my mouth—I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.

12 Am I a sea [monster], or a dragon, || That You set a watch over me?

13 When I said, My bed comforts me, || In my talking He takes away my couch.

14 And You have frightened me with dreams, || And You terrify me from visions,

15 And my soul chooses strangling, || Death rather than my bones.

16 I have wasted away—I do not live for all time. Cease from me, for my days [are] vanity.