JobChapter 7 |
1 Is there not an appointed |
2 As a servant |
3 So |
4 When |
5 My flesh |
6 My days |
7 O remember |
8 The eye |
9 As the cloud |
10 He shall return |
11 Therefore |
12 Am I a sea, |
13 When |
14 Then you scare |
15 So that my soul |
16 I loathe |
17 What |
18 And that you should visit |
19 How |
20 I have sinned; |
21 And why |
JobChapter 7 |
1 BEHOLD there is an appointed time for man upon earth, and his days are like the days of a hireling. |
2 As a servant who eagerly longs for eventide, and as a hireling who looks to complete his job; |
3 So have I inherited months of vanity, and wearisome nights are meted out to me. |
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise? and the night seems long; when I go to rest, I toss about till the dawning of the day. |
5 My flesh is covered with worms, and my body with dust; my skin is shrunk, and falls apart. |
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. |
7 O remember that the spirit is still alive; even yet my eye shall again see good. |
8 The eye of him who has seen me shall rejoice no more; thine eyes are upon me, and vet I am gone. |
9 As the cloud fades away and disappears, so he who descends to Sheol shall not ascend any more. |
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall he recognize his place any more. |
11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. |
12 Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that thou settest a watch over me? |
13 For I said that thou shalt comfort me, and I will be relieved of the pain of my sickbed. |
14 And, behold, thou dost scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions; |
15 Thou hast drawn my life out of destruction, and my bones out of death. |
16 I am despondent; I would not live for ever; leave me alone, for my days are vanity. |
17 What is man, that thou shouldst destroy him? And that thou shouldst think of him; |
18 And that thou shouldst visit him every morning, and try him every moment? |
19 How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle? |
20 If I have sinned; what have I done to thee, O thou Creator of men? Why hast thou caused me to encounter thee? Thou hast become a burden to me. |
21 Until when wilt thou not forgive my transgressions and remove my iniquity? For now I shall lie in the dust; and thou shalt seek me, but I shall be no more. |
JobChapter 7 |
JobChapter 7 |
1 Is there not an appointed |
1 BEHOLD there is an appointed time for man upon earth, and his days are like the days of a hireling. |
2 As a servant |
2 As a servant who eagerly longs for eventide, and as a hireling who looks to complete his job; |
3 So |
3 So have I inherited months of vanity, and wearisome nights are meted out to me. |
4 When |
4 When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise? and the night seems long; when I go to rest, I toss about till the dawning of the day. |
5 My flesh |
5 My flesh is covered with worms, and my body with dust; my skin is shrunk, and falls apart. |
6 My days |
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. |
7 O remember |
7 O remember that the spirit is still alive; even yet my eye shall again see good. |
8 The eye |
8 The eye of him who has seen me shall rejoice no more; thine eyes are upon me, and vet I am gone. |
9 As the cloud |
9 As the cloud fades away and disappears, so he who descends to Sheol shall not ascend any more. |
10 He shall return |
10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall he recognize his place any more. |
11 Therefore |
11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. |
12 Am I a sea, |
12 Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that thou settest a watch over me? |
13 When |
13 For I said that thou shalt comfort me, and I will be relieved of the pain of my sickbed. |
14 Then you scare |
14 And, behold, thou dost scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions; |
15 So that my soul |
15 Thou hast drawn my life out of destruction, and my bones out of death. |
16 I loathe |
16 I am despondent; I would not live for ever; leave me alone, for my days are vanity. |
17 What |
17 What is man, that thou shouldst destroy him? And that thou shouldst think of him; |
18 And that you should visit |
18 And that thou shouldst visit him every morning, and try him every moment? |
19 How |
19 How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle? |
20 I have sinned; |
20 If I have sinned; what have I done to thee, O thou Creator of men? Why hast thou caused me to encounter thee? Thou hast become a burden to me. |
21 And why |
21 Until when wilt thou not forgive my transgressions and remove my iniquity? For now I shall lie in the dust; and thou shalt seek me, but I shall be no more. |