Job 7 · Clearspring

Job Continues: Life Seems Futile

¹Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days?+ ²As a servant desireth the shadow, And as a hireling expecteth his wage,+ ³So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.+ ⁴If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.+ ⁵Clothed hath been my flesh with worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,+ ⁶My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.+ ⁷Remember Thou that my life is a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.+ ⁸The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes are upon me--and I am not.+ ⁹Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.+ ¹⁰He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.+ ¹¹Also I--I withhold not my mouth--I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.+ ¹²A sea- monster am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?+ ¹³When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.+ ¹⁴And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,+ ¹⁵And my soul chooseth strangling, Death rather than my bones.+ ¹⁶I have wasted away--not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days are vanity.+ ¹⁷What is man that Thou dost magnify him? And that Thou settest unto him Thy heart?+ ¹⁸And inspectest him in the mornings, In the evenings dost try him?+ ¹⁹How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.+ ²⁰I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself--and what?+ ²¹Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me--and I am not!+

Job Continues: Life Seems Futile

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