en_cepher - Job 7 - Ozzuu Bible

¹ IS there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of a hireling?

² As a servant earnestly desires the shadow, and as a hireling looks for the reward of his work:

³ So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

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

⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

⁷ O remember that my life is wind: my eye shall no more see good.

⁸ The eye of him that has seen me shall see me no more: your eyes are upon me, and I am not.

⁹ As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away: so he that goes down to She'ol shall come up no more.

¹⁰ He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him anymore.

¹¹ Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my ruach; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

¹² Am I a sea, or a dragon, that you set a watch over me?

¹³ When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;

¹⁴ Then you scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions:

¹⁵ So that my soul chooses strangling, and death rather than my life.

¹⁶ I loathe it; I would not live always: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

¹⁷ What is man, that you should magnify him? and that you should set your heart upon him?

¹⁸ And that you should visit him every morning, and try him every moment?

¹⁹ How long will you not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

²⁰ I have sinned; what shall I do unto you, O preserver of men? why have you set me as a mark against you, so that I am a burden to myself?

²¹ And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and you shall seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.