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Giovedi, 16 maggio 2024 - San Simone Stock ( Letture di oggi)

Job 7


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CATHOLIC PUBLIC DOMAINDOUAI-RHEIMS
1 The life of a man on the earth is a battle, and his days are like the days of a hired hand.1 The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling.
2 Just as a servant desires the shade, and just as the hired hand looks forward to the end of his work,2 As a servant longeth for the shade, as the hireling looketh for the end of his work;
3 so also have I had empty months and have counted my burdensome nights.3 So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights.
4 If I lie down to sleep, I will say, “When will I rise?” And next I will hope for the evening and will be filled with sorrows even until darkness.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.
5 My flesh is clothed with particles of rottenness and filth; my skin is dried up and tightened.5 My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust, my skin is withered and drawn together.
6 My days have passed by more quickly than threads are cut by a weaver, and they have been consumed without any hope.6 My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.
7 Remember that my life is wind, and my eye will not return to see good things.7 Remember that my life is but wind, and my eyes shall not return to see good things.
8 Neither will the sight of man gaze upon me; your eyes are upon me, and I will not endure.8 Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more.
9 Just as a cloud is consumed and passes away, so he who descends to hell will not ascend.9 As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up.
10 He will not return again to his house, nor will his own place know him any longer.10 Nor shall he return my more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
11 And because of this, I will not restrain my mouth. I will speak in the affliction of my spirit. I will converse from the bitterness of my soul.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.
12 Am I an ocean or a whale, that you have encircled me in a prison?12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast enclosed me in a prison?
13 If I say, “My bed will comfort me, and I will find rest, speaking with myself on my blanket,”13 If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved speaking with myself on my couch:
14 then you will frighten me with dreams, and strike dread through visions,14 Thou wilt frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions.
15 so that, because of these things, my soul would choose hanging, and my bones, death.15 So that my soul rather chooseth hanging, and my bones death.
16 I despair; by no means will I live any longer. Spare me, for my days are nothing.16 I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.
17 What is man, that you should praise him? Or why do you place your heart near him?17 What is a man that thou shouldst magnify him? or why dost thou set thy heart upon him?
18 You visit him at dawn, and you test him unexpectedly.18 Thou visitest him early in the morning, and thou provest him suddenly.
19 How long will you not spare me, nor release me to ingest my saliva?19 How long wilt thou not spare me, nor suffer me to swallow down my spittle?
20 I have sinned; what should I do for you, O keeper of men? Why have you set me against you, so that I have become burdensome even to myself?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?
21 Why do you not steal away my sin, and why do you not sweep away my iniquity? Behold, now I will sleep in the dust, and if you seek me in the morning, I will not remain.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.