Job 7

1 [“] Is there not hard service for man on earth? Are his days like the days of a hireling?

2 As a servant longs for shade, and as a hireling awaits his wages,

3 so are allotted to me months of emptiness, and nights of toil are appointed to me.

4 When I lie down, then I say, ‘When shall I arise?’ But the night is measured out, and I am full of tossings until dawn.

5 My flesh is clothed [with] worm and clod of the dust; my skin breaks and festers.

6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle; and they end without hope.

7 Remember that my life is a breath; my eye shall not return to see good.

8 The eye of the one seeing me shall not behold me; your eyes [are] on me, and I will be no more.

9 As a cloud is consumed and goes away, so the one going down [to] Sheol does not ascend.

10 He shall not return again to his house, nor shall his place recognize him anymore.

11 So I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the distress of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

12 [Am] I a sea or the sea monster, that You would set a guard over me?

13 When I say, My bed will comfort me, my couch will lift my complaint,

14 then You shatter me with dreams and terrify me with visions,

15 so that my soul would choose strangling [and] death rather than my bones.

16 I loathe—I would not live forever! Cease from me, for my days are vapor.

17 What [is] man that You should magnify him, and that You would set Your heart toward him,

18 that You attend to him in the mornings; in the moments You will test him?

19 How long will You not look away from me? Will You not leave me alone until I swallow my spittle?

20 [If] I have sinned, what have I done to You, O watcher of mankind? Why have You set me to [be] a target for You and [why] should I be a burden to [You]?

21 And why do You not lift my transgression and make my iniquity pass away? For now in the dust I shall lie down, and You will seek me, and I [will] not be there.”