Job 7
Job’s Life Seems Futile
And are not his days like the days of a hired man?
And as a hired man eagerly awaits his wages,
And [long] nights of trouble and misery are appointed to me.
‘When shall I arise [and the night be gone]?’
But the night continues,
And I am continually tossing until the dawning of day.
My skin is hardened [and broken and loathsome], and [breaks out and] runs.
And are spent without hope.
My eye will not see good again.
Your eyes will be upon me, but I will not be.
So he who goes down to Sheol (the nether world, the place of the dead) does not come up.
Nor will his place know about him anymore.
I will speak in the anguish of my spirit,
I will complain in the bitterness of my soul [O Lord].
That You set a guard over me?
My couch will ease my complaint,’
And terrify me through visions,
Death rather than my pain.
Let me alone, for my days are but a breath [futile and without substance].
And that You are concerned about him?
And try and test him every moment?
Nor let me alone until I swallow my spittle?
O Watcher of mankind?
Why have You set me as a target for You,
So that I am a burden to myself?
And take away my sin and guilt?
For now I will lie down in the dust;
And You will seek me [diligently], but I will not be.”