Job 7

ECB^{(i) 1} Is there not a hostility to man on earth? Are his days also as the days of an hireling? ² As a servant gulps the shadow - as a hireling awaits his deeds; ³ thus I inherit moons of vanity and nights of toil are numbered to me. ⁴ I lie down and I say, When do I arise? and the evening flies away and I am satiated by tossings to and fro until the evening breeze. ⁵ My flesh enrobes with maggots and clods of dust; my skin splits and dissipates: ⁶ my days are swifter than a weaver - finished off without hope. ⁷ O remember that my life is wind/spirit; my eye returns not to see good. ⁸ The eye of him who sees me lurks not; your eyes are on me, and I am not. ⁹ the cloud finishes off and goes; thus he who descends to sheol ascends not again; ¹⁰ he neither returns to his house, nor his place recognizes him again. ¹¹ Also I - I spare not my mouth; I word in the tribulation of my spirit; I meditate in the bitterness of my soul. ¹² Am I a sea or a monster that you set a guard over me? ¹³ When I say, My bedstead sighs for me, my bed lifts my meditation; ¹⁴ and you terrify me with dreams and frighten me through visions; ¹⁵ so that my soul chooses strangling and death rather than my bones. ¹⁶ I spurn; I live not eternally; let me decease; for my days are vanity. ¹⁷ What is man, that you greaten him? - that you set your heart on him? ¹⁸ - that you visit him every morning? - and proof him every blink? ¹⁹ Until when look you not from me? - nor loose me until I swallow my spit? ²⁰ I sinned; what do I to you, O you guardian of humanity? Why set me as a target against you, so that I am a burden to myself? ²¹ And why lift you not my rebellion and pass away my perversity? for now I lie in the dust; and you seek me early - but I am not.