Job 7

NEW JERUSALEM	DOUAI-RHEIMS
1 Is not human life on earth just conscript service? Do we not live a hireling's life?	1 The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling.
2 Like a slave, sighing for the shade, or a hireling with no thought but for his wages,	2 As a servant longeth for the shade, as the hireling looketh for the end of his work;
3 I have months of futility assigned to me, nights of suffering to be my lot.	3 So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights.
4 Lying in bed I wonder, 'When wil it be day?' No sooner up than, 'When wil evening come?' And crazythoughts obsess me til twilight fal s.	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 Vermin and loathsome scabs cover my body; my skin is cracked and oozes pus.	5 My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust, my skin is withered and drawn together.
6 Swifter than a weaver's shuttle my days have passed, and vanished, leaving no hope behind.	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 but a breath, and that my eyes will never again see joy.	7 Remember that my life is but wind, and my eyes shall not return to see good things.
8 The eye that once saw me wil look on me no more, your eyes wil turn my way, and I shal not be there.	8 Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more.
9 A cloud dissolves and is gone, so no one who goes down to Sheol ever comes up again,	9 As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up.
10 ever comes home again, and his house knows that person no more.	10 Nor shall he return my more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
11 That is why I cannot keep quiet: in my anguish of spirit I shal speak, in my bitterness of soul I shalcomplain.	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 the Sea, or some sea monster, that you should keep me under guard?	12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast enclosed me in a prison?
13 If I say, 'My bed wil comfort me, my couch wil lighten my complaints,'	13 If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved speaking with myself on my couch:
14 you then frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,	14 Thou wilt frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions.
15 so that strangling would seem welcome in comparison, yes, death preferable to what I suffer.	15 So that my soul rather chooseth hanging, and my bones death.
16 I am wasting away, my life is not unending; leave me then, for my days are but a breath.	16 I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.
17 What are human beings that you should take them so seriously, subjecting them to your scrutiny,	17 What is a man that thou shouldst magnify him? or why dost thou set thy heart upon him?
18 that morning after morning you should examine them and at every instant test them?	18 Thou visitest him early in the morning, and thou provest him suddenly.
19 Wil you never take your eyes off me long enough for me to swal ow my spittle?	19 How long wilt thou not spare me, nor suffer me to swallow down my spittle?
20 Suppose I have sinned, what have I done to you, you tireless watcher of humanity? Why do youchoose me as your target? Why should I be a burden to you?	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 Can you not tolerate my sin, not overlook my fault? For soon I shal be lying in the dust, you wil lookfor me and I shal be no more.	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.