Job 7:1-7 ▼

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.