Job 7

NEW JERUSALEM	KING JAMES BIBLE
1 Is not human life on earth just conscript service? Do we not live a hireling's life?	1 Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?
2 Like a slave, sighing for the shade, or a hireling with no thought but for his wages,	2 As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:
3 I have months of futility assigned to me, nights of suffering to be my lot.	3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
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 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
5 Vermin and loathsome scabs cover my body; my skin is cracked and oozes pus.	5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6 Swifter than a weaver's shuttle my days have passed, and vanished, leaving no hope behind.	6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 Remember that my life is but a breath, and that my eyes will never again see joy.	7 O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
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 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
9 A cloud dissolves and is gone, so no one who goes down to Sheol ever comes up again,	9 As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
10 ever comes home again, and his house knows that person no more.	10 He shall return no more to 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 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in 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 settest a watch over me?
13 If I say, 'My bed wil comfort me, my couch wil lighten my complaints,'	13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
14 you then frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,	14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:
15 so that strangling would seem welcome in comparison, yes, death preferable to what I suffer.	15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
16 I am wasting away, my life is not unending; leave me then, for my days are but a breath.	16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.
17 What are human beings that you should take them so seriously, subjecting them to your scrutiny,	17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?
18 that morning after morning you should examine them and at every instant test them?	18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?
19 Wil you never take your eyes off me long enough for me to swal ow my spittle?	19 How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I 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 unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden 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 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.