Job 7

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NOVA VULGATA
1 The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling.	1 Nonne militia est vita hominis super terram, et sicut dies mercennarii dies eius?
2 As a servant longeth for the shade, as the hireling looketh for the end of his work;	2 Sicut servus desiderat umbram, et sicut mercennarius praestolatur mercedem suam,
3 So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights.	3 sic et ego habui menses vacuos et noctes laboriosas enumeravi mihi.
4 If I lie down to sleep, I shall say: When shall arise? and again I shall look for the evening, and shall be filled with sorrows even till darkness.	4 Si dormiero, dicam: Quando consurgam? Et rursum exspectabo vesperam et replebor doloribus usque crepusculum.
5 My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust, my skin is withered and drawn together.	5 Induta est caro mea putredine et sordibus pulveris; cutis mea scinditur et diffluit.
6 My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.	6 Dies mei velocius transierunt quam navicula texentis et consumpti sunt deficiente filo.
7 Remember that my life is but wind, and my eyes shall not return to see good things.	7 Memento quia ventus est vita mea, et non revertetur oculus meus, ut videat bona.
8 Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more.	8 Nec aspiciet me visus hominis; oculi tui in me, et non subsistam.
9 As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up.	9 Sicut consumitur nubes et pertransit, sic, qui descenderit ad inferos, non ascendet
10 Nor shall he return my more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more.	10 nec revertetur ultra in domum suam, neque cognoscet eum amplius locus eius.
11 Wherefore I will not spare my month, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul.	11 Quapropter et ego non parcam ori meo; loquar in tribulatione spiritus mei, confabulabor cum amaritudine animae meae.
12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast enclosed me in a prison?	12 Numquid mare ego sum aut cetus, quia posuisti super me custodiam?
13 If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved speaking with myself on my couch:	13 Si dixero: Consolabitur me lectulus meus, et assumet stratum meum querelam meam,
14 Thou wilt frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions.	14 terrebis me per somnia et per visiones horrore concuties.
15 So that my soul rather chooseth hanging, and my bones death.	15 Quam ob rem eligit suspendium anima mea, et mortem ossa mea.
16 I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.	16 Desperavi; nequaquam ultra iam vivam. Parce mihi, nihil enim sunt dies mei.
17 What is a man that thou shouldst magnify him? or why dost thou set thy heart upon him?	17 Quid est homo, quia magnificas eum? Aut quid apponis erga eum cor tuum?
18 Thou visitest him early in the morning, and thou provest him suddenly.	18 Visitas eum diluculo et singulis momentis probas illum.
19 How long wilt thou not spare me, nor suffer me to swallow down my spittle?	19 Usquequo non avertes oculos a me? Nec dimittis me, ut glutiam salivam meam?
20 I have sinned: what shall I do to thee, O keeper of men? why hast thou set me opposite to thee, and I am become burdensome to myself?	20 Peccavi; quid faciam tibi, o custos hominum? Quare posuisti me contrarium tibi, et factus sum mihimetipsi gravis?
21 Why dost thou not remove my sin, and why dost thou not take away my iniquity? Behold now I shall sleep in the dust: and if thou seek me in the morning, I shall not be.	21 Cur non tollis peccatum meum et quare non aufers iniquitatem meam? Ecce, nunc in pulvere dormiam; et, si mane me quaesieris, non subsistam! ”.