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Job Speaks about the Futility of Human Existence

“Isn’t a mortal’s stay on earth difficult
    like a hired hand’s daily work?
Like a slave, he longs for shade.
    Like a hired hand, he eagerly looks for his pay.
Likewise, I have been given months that are of no use,
    and I have inherited nights filled with misery.
        When I lie down, I ask,
            ‘When will I get up?’
                But the evening is long,
                    and I’m exhausted from tossing about until dawn.
My body is covered with maggots and scabs.
    My skin is crusted over with sores; then they ooze.
My days go swifter than a weaver’s shuttle.
    They are spent without hope.
Remember, my life is only a breath,
    and never again will my eyes see anything good.
The eye that watches over me will no longer see me.
    Your eye will look for me, but I’ll be gone.
As a cloud fades away and disappears,
    so a person goes into the grave and doesn’t come back again.
10 He doesn’t come back home again,
    and his household doesn’t recognize him anymore.
11 So I won’t keep my mouth shut,
    but I will speak from the distress that is in my spirit
        and complain about the bitterness in my soul.

Job Says to God: Leave Me Alone

12 “Am I the sea or a sea monster
    that you have set a guard over me?
13 When I say,
    ‘My couch may give me comfort.
    My bed may help me bear my pain,’
14 then you frighten me with dreams
    and terrify me with visions.
15 My throat would rather be choked.
    My body[a] would prefer death to these dreams.
16 I hate my life; I do not want to live forever.
    Leave me alone because my days are so brief.

17 “What is a mortal that you should make so much of him,
    that you should be concerned about him?
18 What is he that you should inspect him every morning
    and examine him every moment?
19 Why don’t you stop looking at me
    long enough to let me swallow my spit?[b]
20 If I sin, what can I possibly do to you
    since you insist on spying on people?
    Why do you make me your target?
    I’ve become a burden even to myself.
21 Why don’t you forgive my disobedience
    and take away my sin?
    Soon I’ll lie down in the dust.
    Then you will search for me, but I’ll be gone!”

Footnotes

  1. Job 7:15 Or “bones.”
  2. Job 7:19 English equivalent of this verse difficult.

Isn’t mankind consigned to forced labor(A) on earth?
Are not his days like those of a hired hand?
Like a slave he longs for shade;
like a hired man he waits for his pay.
So I have been made to inherit months of futility,
and troubled nights have been assigned to me.(B)
When I lie down I think:
When will I get up?
But the evening drags on endlessly,
and I toss and turn until dawn.
My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt.[a]
My skin forms scabs[b] and then oozes.(C)

My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle;
they come to an end without hope.(D)
Remember that my life is but a breath.
My eye will never again see anything good.(E)
The eye of anyone who looks on me
will no longer see me.
Your eyes will look for me, but I will be gone.(F)
As a cloud fades away and vanishes,
so the one who goes down to Sheol(G) will never rise again.
10 He will never return to his house;
his hometown will no longer remember[c] him.(H)

11 Therefore I will not restrain my mouth.
I will speak in the anguish of my spirit;
I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I the sea[d](I) or a sea monster,(J)
that You keep me under guard?
13 When I say: My bed will comfort me,
and my couch will ease my complaint,
14 then You frighten me with dreams,
and terrify me with visions,(K)
15 so that I prefer strangling[e]
death rather than life in this body.[f](L)
16 I give up! I will not live forever.
Leave me alone,(M) for my days are a breath.[g]

17 What is man, that You think so highly of him
and pay so much attention to him?(N)
18 You inspect him every morning,
and put him to the test every moment.(O)
19 Will You ever look away from me,
or leave me alone long enough to swallow?[h]
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to You,
Watcher of mankind?
Why have You made me Your target,(P)
so that I have become a burden to You?[i]
21 Why not forgive my sin
and pardon my transgression?(Q)
For soon I will lie down in the grave.(R)
You will eagerly seek me, but I will be gone.(S)

Footnotes

  1. Job 7:5 Or and dirty scabs
  2. Job 7:5 Lit skin hardens
  3. Job 7:10 Lit know
  4. Job 7:12 Or the sea god
  5. Job 7:15 Or suffocation
  6. Job 7:15 Lit than my bones
  7. Job 7:16 Or are futile
  8. Job 7:19 Lit swallow my saliva?
  9. Job 7:20 Ancient Jewish tradition, LXX; MT, Vg read myself