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“People have a hard struggle on earth.
    Their life is like that of a hired worker.
They are like a slave looking for cool shade
    or a hired worker waiting for payday.
Month after frustrating month has gone by.
    I have suffered night after night.
When I lie down, I think,
    ‘How long before it’s time to get up?’
The night drags on.
    I toss and turn until the sun comes up.
My skin is covered with worms and scabs.
    It is cracked and covered with sores.

“My days pass by faster than a weaver’s shuttle,[a]
    and my life will end without hope.
God, remember, my life is like a breath.
    I will not get a second chance to enjoy it.
Those who see me now will never see me again.
    You watch me for a while, but then I am gone.
Just as clouds that come and go,
    people are put in the grave, never to rise again.
10 They don’t come back to their old homes.
    The people there would not know them.

11 “So I will not be quiet!
    I will let my suffering spirit speak!
    I will let my bitter soul complain!
12 Am I one of your enemies?
    Is that why you put a guard over me?[b]
13 My bed should bring me comfort.
    My couch should give me rest and relief.
14 But when I lie down, you scare me with dreams;
    you frighten me with visions.
15 So I would rather be choked to death
    than to live like this.
16 I hate my life—I give up.
    I don’t want to live forever.
Leave me alone!
    My life means nothing.
17 God, why are people so important to you?
    Why do you even notice them?
18 Why do you visit them every morning
    and test them at every moment?
19 You never look away from me
    or leave me alone for a second.
20 You are always watching us!
    If I sinned, would that hurt you?
Why have you made me your target?
    Have I become a problem for you?
21 Why don’t you just pardon me for doing wrong?
    Why don’t you just forgive me for my sins?
Soon I will die and be in my grave.
    You will search for me, but I will be gone.”

Footnotes

  1. Job 7:6 weaver’s shuttle The tool a person who makes cloth uses to pass the thread between the other threads.
  2. Job 7:12 Literally, “Am I Yam or Tannin that you should appoint a guard to watch me?” In ancient Canaanite stories, Yam was the god of the sea, and Tannin was a sea monster.

“Do not mortals have hard service(A) on earth?(B)
    Are not their days like those of hired laborers?(C)
Like a slave longing for the evening shadows,(D)
    or a hired laborer waiting to be paid,(E)
so I have been allotted months of futility,
    and nights of misery have been assigned to me.(F)
When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’(G)
    The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.(H)
My body is clothed with worms(I) and scabs,
    my skin is broken and festering.(J)

“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,(K)
    and they come to an end without hope.(L)
Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;(M)
    my eyes will never see happiness again.(N)
The eye that now sees me will see me no longer;
    you will look for me, but I will be no more.(O)
As a cloud vanishes(P) and is gone,
    so one who goes down to the grave(Q) does not return.(R)
10 He will never come to his house again;
    his place(S) will know him no more.(T)

11 “Therefore I will not keep silent;(U)
    I will speak out in the anguish(V) of my spirit,
    I will complain(W) in the bitterness of my soul.(X)
12 Am I the sea,(Y) or the monster of the deep,(Z)
    that you put me under guard?(AA)
13 When I think my bed will comfort me
    and my couch will ease my complaint,(AB)
14 even then you frighten me with dreams
    and terrify(AC) me with visions,(AD)
15 so that I prefer strangling and death,(AE)
    rather than this body of mine.(AF)
16 I despise my life;(AG) I would not live forever.(AH)
    Let me alone;(AI) my days have no meaning.(AJ)

17 “What is mankind that you make so much of them,
    that you give them so much attention,(AK)
18 that you examine them every morning(AL)
    and test them(AM) every moment?(AN)
19 Will you never look away from me,(AO)
    or let me alone even for an instant?(AP)
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to you,(AQ)
    you who see everything we do?
Why have you made me your target?(AR)
    Have I become a burden to you?[a](AS)
21 Why do you not pardon my offenses
    and forgive my sins?(AT)
For I will soon lie down in the dust;(AU)
    you will search for me, but I will be no more.”(AV)

Footnotes

  1. Job 7:20 A few manuscripts of the Masoretic Text, an ancient Hebrew scribal tradition and Septuagint; most manuscripts of the Masoretic Text I have become a burden to myself.