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Job’s Life Seems Futile

“Is not man forced to labor on earth?
And are not his days like the days of a hired man?

“As a slave earnestly longs for the shade,
And as a hired man eagerly awaits his wages,

So am I allotted months of futility and suffering,
And [long] nights of trouble and misery are appointed to me.

“When I lie down I say,
‘When shall I arise [and the night be gone]?’
But the night continues,
And I am continually tossing until the dawning of day.

“My body is clothed with worms and a crust of dust;
My skin is hardened [and broken and loathsome], and [breaks out and] runs.

“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
And are spent without hope.


“Remember that my life is but breath [a puff of wind, a sigh];
My eye will not see good again.

“The eye of him who sees me [now] will see me no more;
Your eyes will be upon me, but I will not be.

“As a cloud vanishes and is gone,
So he who goes down to Sheol (the nether world, the place of the dead) does not come up.
10 
“He will not return again to his house,
Nor will his place know about him anymore.

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 [O Lord].
12 
“Am I the sea, or the sea monster,
That You set a guard over me?
13 
“When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me,
My couch will ease my complaint,’
14 
Then You frighten me with dreams
And terrify me through visions,
15 
So that I would choose suffocation,
Death rather than my [a]pain.
16 
“I waste away and loathe my life; I will not live forever.
Let me alone, for my days are but a breath [futile and without substance].
17 
“What is man that You [should] magnify him [and think him important]?
And that You are concerned about him?(A)
18 
“And that You examine him every morning
And try and test him every moment?
19 
“Will You never turn Your gaze away from me [it plagues me],
Nor let me alone until I swallow my spittle?
20 
“If I have sinned, what [harm] have I done to You,
O Watcher of mankind?
Why have You set me as a target for You,
So that I am a burden to myself?
21 
“Why then do You not pardon my transgression
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.”

Footnotes

  1. Job 7:15 Lit bones.

Human life is like forced army service,
    like a life of hard manual labor,
    like a slave longing for cool shade;
    like a worker waiting to be paid.
Month after month I have nothing to live for;
    night after night brings me grief.
When I lie down to sleep, the hours drag;
    I toss all night and long for dawn.
My body is full of worms;
    it is covered with scabs;
    pus runs out of my sores.
My days pass by without hope,
    pass faster than a weaver's shuttle.[a]

Remember, O God, my life is only a breath;
    my happiness has already ended.
You see me now, but never again.
    If you look for me, I'll be gone.
9-10 (A)Like a cloud that fades and is gone,
    we humans die and never return;
    we are forgotten by all who knew us.
11 No! I can't be quiet!
    I am angry and bitter.
    I have to speak.

12 Why do you keep me under guard?
    Do you think I am a sea monster?[b]
13 I lie down and try to rest;
    I look for relief from my pain.
14 But you—you terrify me with dreams;
    you send me visions and nightmares
15     until I would rather be strangled
    than live in this miserable body.
16 I give up; I am tired of living.
Leave me alone. My life makes no sense.

17 (B)Why are people so important to you?
    Why pay attention to what they do?
18 You inspect them every morning
    and test them every minute.
19 Won't you look away long enough
    for me to swallow my spit?
20 Are you harmed by my sin, you jailer?
    Why use me for your target practice?
    Am I so great a burden to you?
21 Can't you ever forgive my sin?
    Can't you pardon the wrong I do?
Soon I will be in my grave,
    and I'll be gone when you look for me.

Footnotes

  1. Job 7:6 A small device in the loom which carries threads back and forth rapidly in weaving cloth.
  2. Job 7:12 A reference to ancient stories in which sea monsters had to be guarded so that they would not escape and do damage.

Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?

As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:

So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.

10 He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

12 Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?

13 When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaints;

14 Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:

15 So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

16 I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

17 What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?

18 And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?

19 How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

20 I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?

21 And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.