Job 7 ©

1 Job excuseth his desire of death by representing the extreme restlessness of his condition: 17 he expostulateth with God for so severely visiting him.


IS athere not 1an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also blike the days of an hireling?


As a servant earnestly 2desireth cthe shadow, and as an hireling dlooketh for the reward of his work:


So am I made to possess emonths of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.


fWhen I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and 3the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.


gMy flesh is clothed with hworms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

h ch. 2.7.

iMy days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent jwithout hope.


O remember that my life is kwind: lmine eye 4shall no more 5see good.


The eye of him that hath seen me shall see mme no more : nthine eyes are upon me, and 6I am not.


As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: oso he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.


He pshall return no more to his house, qneither shall his place know him any more.


Therefore I rwill not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will scomplain in the bitterness of my soul.


tAm I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?


When I say, uMy bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;


Then thou vscarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:


So that my soul wchooseth strangling, and death rather than my 7life.


I loathe it; I would not live alway: xlet me alone; for my days are yvanity.


zWhat is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?


And that thou shouldest avisit him bevery morning, and ctry him every moment?


dHow long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?


I ehave sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? fwhy hast thou set me as a gmark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?


And hwhy dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away imine iniquity? for now shall I jsleep in the dust; and kthou shalt seek me in the morning, but I lshall not be.