Job 7

VIN^{(i) 1} "Does not a human being have hard service on earth? And are not his days like the days of a laborer? ² Like a slave he longs for the shadow, and like a laborer he waits for his wages. ³ So am I allotted months of futility for me, And nights of misery have they assigned to me. ⁴ "I go to bed and I think: "When will it be morning?" But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn. ⁵ My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and suppurates. ⁶ "My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope. ⁷ Remember that my life is a breath; my eye will not return to see good. ⁸ The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone. ⁹ A cloud vanishes, and it goes away, so he who goes down to Sheol will not come up. ¹⁰ He shall turn back no more to his house, and his place shall know him no more. ¹¹ "Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. ¹² Am I the sea, or a sea monster, that you set a guard over me? ¹³ When I say, 'My bed will comfort me, and my couch will ease my complaint,' ¹⁴ Thou wilt frighten me with dreams, and terrify me with visions. ¹⁵ so that my soul chooses strangling and death rather than [these] my bones. ¹⁶ I loathe my life; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity. ¹⁷ What is man, that thou makest much of him? and that thou settest thy heart upon him? ¹⁸ »For you examine us every morning and test us every moment. ¹⁹ How long will you not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle? ²⁰ »Have I sinned? What have I done to you, O watcher of all humanity? Why have you made me your target? Am I a burden to you? ²¹ And why do you not pardon my transgression and take away my guilt? For now I shall lie in the dust, and you will seek me, but I will be no more."