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Giovedi, 28 marzo 2024 - San Castore di Tarso ( Letture di oggi)

Job 7


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1Is not man's life on earth a drudgery? Are not his days those of a hireling?2He is a slave who longs for the shade, a hireling who waits for his wages.3So I have been assigned months of misery, and troubled nights have been told off for me.4If in bed I say, "When shall I arise?" then the night drags on; I am filled with restlessness until the dawn.5My flesh is clothed with worms and scabs; my skin cracks and festers;6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle; they come to an end without hope.7Remember that my life is like the wind; I shall not see happiness again.8The eye that now sees me shall no more behold me; as you look at me, I shall be gone.9As a cloud dissolves and vanishes, so he who goes down to the nether world shall come up no more.10He shall not again return to his house; his place shall know him no more.11My own utterance I will not restrain; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.12Am I the sea, or a monster of the deep, that you place a watch over me? Why have you set me up as an object of attack; or why should I be a target for you?13When I say, "My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint,"14Then you affright me with dreams and with visions terrify me,15So that I should prefer choking and death rather than my pains.16I waste away: I cannot live forever; let me alone, for my days are but a breath.17What is man, that you make much of him, or pay him any heed?18You observe him with each new day and try him at every moment!19How long will it be before you look away from me, and let me alone long enough to swallow my spittle?20Though I have sinned, what can I do to you, O watcher of men?21Why do you not pardon my offense, or take away my guilt? For soon I shall lie down in the dust; and should you seek me I shall then be gone.