Job 7

1 Job excuseth his desire of death. 12 He complaineth of his own restlessness, 17 and God's watchfulness.

1Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?
an appointed...: or, a warfare
2As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:
earnestly...: Heb. gapeth after
3So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me. 4When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro to the dawning of the day.
the night...: Heb. the evening be measured?
5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome. 6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.

7O remember that my life is a breath: my eye shall no more see good.
shall...: Heb. shall not return
see: to see, that is, to enjoy
8The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more : thy eyes are upon me, and I am not.
I am...: that is, I can live no longer
9As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more . 10He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more. 11Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. 12Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me? 13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint; 14Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions: 15So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.
life: Heb. bones
16I loathe it ; I would not live always: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

17What isman, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thy heart upon him? 18And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment? 19How long wilt thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle? 20I have sinned; what shall I do to thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself? 21And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be .
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