Job 7

Thomson(i) 1 Is not the life of man on the earth a state of trial, and his days like the days of a hireling? 2 Is he not like a servant, who in a shade is afraid of his lord? Or like a hireling waiting for his hire? 3 Just so have I waited months in vain, and wearisome nights have been doled out to me. 4 When I lay me down to rest, I say, When will it be day? And soon as I rise; I again say, When will it be evening? I am full of pains from evening till morning; 5 and my body swarms with the putrefaction of worms: and I moisten the clods of earth with the ichor of ulcers. 6 Though my life is swifter than a word; yet it is destroyed with vain hope. 7 Remember therefore that my life is but a breath; and that mine eyes shall never return again to see good. 8 The eye of him who seeth me now shall not see me again. Thine eyes are upon me and I am gone. 9 I am like a cloud swept clean away from the sky. For when a man goeth down to the mansion of the dead; 10 he can never reascend again; he can never return again to his own house; nor shall his place know him any more. 11 For this cause then I will not refrain my mouth: I will speak though I am in anguish: though distressed, I will unfold the bitterness of my soul. 12 Am I a sea or a dragon, that thou hast set a guard over me? 13 Did I say my bed will comfort me; I will converse with myself privately on my bed? 14 Thou terrifiest me with dreams and affrightest me with visions. 15 Wilt thou drive away my life from my spirit; and yet keep my bones from death? 16 For I am not to live forever, that I should bear patiently. Withdraw from me; for my life is vanity. 17 For what is man, that thou hast magnified him; or that thou payest attention to him? 18 Wilt thou keep a watch upon him till the morning. And judge him to the time of going to rest? 19 How long wilt thou not let me alone: nor let me go, that I may swallow my spittle? 20 If I have sinned what can I do? thou who knowest the hearts of men; why hast thou set me up as thy mark to shoot at? Am I indeed a burden to thee? 21 Why hast thou not made an oblivion of my transgression; or a purification for my sin? Now therefore let me depart into the earth: and when thou risest in the morning, I am no more.