Job 7

¹ “Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?

² As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow,

³ so I am made to possess months of misery,

⁴ When I lie down, I say, ‘ When will I arise, and the night be gone? ’

⁵ My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust.

⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,

⁷ Oh remember that my life is a breath.

⁸ The eye of him who sees me will see me no more.

⁹ As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away,

¹⁰ He will return no more to his house,

¹¹ “ Therefore I will not keep silent.

¹² Am I a sea, or a sea monster,

¹³ When I say, ‘ My bed will comfort me.

¹⁴ then you scare me with dreams

¹⁵ so that my soul chooses strangling,

¹⁶ I loathe my life.

¹⁷ What is man, that you should magnify him,

¹⁸ that you should visit him every morning,

¹⁹ How long will you not look away from me,

²⁰ If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men?

²¹ Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity?