Job 7

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NEW JERUSALEM
1 The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling.	1 Is not human life on earth just conscript service? Do we not live a hireling's life?
2 As a servant longeth for the shade, as the hireling looketh for the end of his work;	2 Like a slave, sighing for the shade, or a hireling with no thought but for his wages,
3 So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights.	3 I have months of futility assigned to me, nights of suffering to be my lot.
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 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.
5 My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust, my skin is withered and drawn together.	5 Vermin and loathsome scabs cover my body; my skin is cracked and oozes pus.
6 My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.	6 Swifter than a weaver's shuttle my days have passed, and vanished, leaving no hope behind.
7 Remember that my life is but wind, and my eyes shall not return to see good things.	7 Remember that my life is but a breath, and that my eyes will never again see joy.
8 Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more.	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.
9 As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up.	9 A cloud dissolves and is gone, so no one who goes down to Sheol ever comes up again,
10 Nor shall he return my more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more.	10 ever comes home again, and his house knows that person no more.
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 That is why I cannot keep quiet: in my anguish of spirit I shal speak, in my bitterness of soul I shalcomplain.
12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast enclosed me in a prison?	12 Am I the Sea, or some sea monster, that you should keep me under guard?
13 If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved speaking with myself on my couch:	13 If I say, 'My bed wil comfort me, my couch wil lighten my complaints,'
14 Thou wilt frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions.	14 you then frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions,
15 So that my soul rather chooseth hanging, and my bones death.	15 so that strangling would seem welcome in comparison, yes, death preferable to what I suffer.
16 I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.	16 I am wasting away, my life is not unending; leave me then, for my days are but a breath.
17 What is a man that thou shouldst magnify him? or why dost thou set thy heart upon him?	17 What are human beings that you should take them so seriously, subjecting them to your scrutiny,
18 Thou visitest him early in the morning, and thou provest him suddenly.	18 that morning after morning you should examine them and at every instant test them?
19 How long wilt thou not spare me, nor suffer me to swallow down my spittle?	19 Wil you never take your eyes off me long enough for me to swal ow my spittle?
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 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?
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 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.