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Job 7
Living Bible
Job 7
Living Bible
7 “How mankind must struggle. A man’s life is long and hard, like that of a slave. 2 How he longs for the day to end. How he grinds on to the end of the week and his wages. 3 And so to me also have been allotted months of frustration, these long and weary nights. 4 When I go to bed I think, ‘Oh, that it were morning,’ and then I toss till dawn.
5 “My skin is filled with worms and blackness. My flesh breaks open, full of pus. 6 My life drags by—day after hopeless day. 7 My life is but a breath, and nothing good is left. 8 You see me now, but not for long. Soon you’ll look upon me dead. 9 As a cloud disperses and vanishes, so those who die shall go away forever— 10 gone forever from their family and their home—never to be seen again. 11 Ah, let me express my anguish. Let me be free to speak out of the bitterness of my soul.
12 “O God, am I some monster that you never leave me alone? 13-14 Even when I try to forget my misery in sleep, you terrify with nightmares. 15 I would rather die of strangulation than go on and on like this. 16 I hate my life. Oh, leave me alone for these few remaining days. 17 What is mere man that you should spend your time persecuting him? 18 Must you be his inquisitor every morning and test him every moment of the day? 19 Why won’t you leave me alone—even long enough to spit?
20 “Has my sin harmed you, O God, watcher of mankind? Why have you made me your target, and made my life so heavy a burden to me? 21 Why not just pardon my sin and take it all away? For all too soon I’ll lie down in the dust and die, and when you look for me, I shall be gone.”
Hiob 7
Hoffnung für Alle
Hiob 7
Hoffnung für Alle
Gott, warum lässt du mich nicht in Ruhe?
7 »Das Leben der Menschen gleicht der Zwangsarbeit,
von früh bis spät müssen sie sich abmühen!
2 Ein Landarbeiter sehnt sich
nach dem kühlen Schatten am Abend;
er wartet darauf, dass ihm sein Lohn bezahlt wird.
3 Und was ist mein Lohn?
Monate, die sinnlos dahinfliegen,
und kummervolle Nächte!
4 Wenn ich mich schlafen lege,
denke ich: ›Wann kann ich endlich wieder aufstehen?‹
Die Nacht zieht sich in die Länge,
ich wälze mich schlaflos hin und her bis zum Morgen.
5 Mein Körper ist von Würmern
und von dreckigem Schorf bedeckt.
Meine Haut platzt auf und eitert.
6 Schneller als ein Weberschiffchen sausen meine Tage dahin,
sie schwinden ohne jede Hoffnung.
7 O Gott, bedenke, dass mein Leben nur ein Hauch ist!
Mein Glück ist dahin; es kommt nie wieder.
8 Noch siehst du mich, doch nicht mehr lange,
und wenn du mich dann suchst, bin ich nicht mehr da.
9-10 Wie eine Wolke, die vorüberzieht,
so ist ein Mensch, der stirbt:
Vom Ort der Toten kehrt er nie zurück;
dort, wo er einmal wohnte, ist er bald vergessen.
11 Nein – ich kann nicht schweigen!
Der Schmerz wühlt in meinem Innern.
Ich lasse meinen Worten freien Lauf,
ich rede aus bitterem Herzen.
12 O Gott, warum lässt du mich so scharf bewachen?
Bin ich denn das Meer oder ein Meeresungeheuer?
13-14 Wenn ich dachte: ›Ich will im Schlaf Ruhe finden
und mein Elend vergessen‹,
dann hast du mich bis in die Träume verfolgt
und mir durch Visionen Angst eingejagt.
15 Am liebsten würde ich erhängt!
Lieber sterben als noch länger in diesem elenden Körper leben!
16 Ich gebe auf! So will ich nicht mehr weiterleben!
Lass mich in Ruhe, denn mein Leben hat keinen Sinn mehr!
17 Gott, warum nimmst du einen Menschen so ernst?
Warum beachtest du ihn überhaupt?
18 Jeden Morgen verlangst du Rechenschaft von ihm;
du beobachtest ihn jeden Augenblick.
19 Wie lange schaust du mich noch prüfend an?
Du lässt mich keinen Augenblick in Ruhe![a]
20 Du Menschenwächter – hat dich meine Sünde denn verletzt?
Warum machst du mich zu deiner Zielscheibe?
Bin ich dir zur Last geworden?
21 Warum vergibst du mir mein Unrecht nicht?
Kannst du keine Sünde übersehen?
Denn bald liege ich unter der Erde,
und wenn du mich dann suchst, bin ich nicht mehr da.«
Footnotes
- 7,19 Wörtlich: Du lässt mich nicht einmal so lange in Ruhe, bis ich meinen Speichel heruntergeschluckt habe.
Job 7
King James Version
Job 7
King James Version
7 Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?
2 As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:
3 So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4 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.
5 My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6 My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
7 O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
8 The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
9 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.
Job 7
New International Version
Job 7
New International Version
7 “Do not mortals have hard service(A) on earth?(B)
Are not their days like those of hired laborers?(C)
2 Like a slave longing for the evening shadows,(D)
or a hired laborer waiting to be paid,(E)
3 so I have been allotted months of futility,
and nights of misery have been assigned to me.(F)
4 When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’(G)
The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.(H)
5 My body is clothed with worms(I) and scabs,
my skin is broken and festering.(J)
6 “My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,(K)
and they come to an end without hope.(L)
7 Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;(M)
my eyes will never see happiness again.(N)
8 The eye that now sees me will see me no longer;
you will look for me, but I will be no more.(O)
9 As a cloud vanishes(P) and is gone,
so one who goes down to the grave(Q) does not return.(R)
10 He will never come to his house again;
his place(S) will know him no more.(T)
11 “Therefore I will not keep silent;(U)
I will speak out in the anguish(V) of my spirit,
I will complain(W) in the bitterness of my soul.(X)
12 Am I the sea,(Y) or the monster of the deep,(Z)
that you put me under guard?(AA)
13 When I think my bed will comfort me
and my couch will ease my complaint,(AB)
14 even then you frighten me with dreams
and terrify(AC) me with visions,(AD)
15 so that I prefer strangling and death,(AE)
rather than this body of mine.(AF)
16 I despise my life;(AG) I would not live forever.(AH)
Let me alone;(AI) my days have no meaning.(AJ)
17 “What is mankind that you make so much of them,
that you give them so much attention,(AK)
18 that you examine them every morning(AL)
and test them(AM) every moment?(AN)
19 Will you never look away from me,(AO)
or let me alone even for an instant?(AP)
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to you,(AQ)
you who see everything we do?
Why have you made me your target?(AR)
Have I become a burden to you?[a](AS)
21 Why do you not pardon my offenses
and forgive my sins?(AT)
For I will soon lie down in the dust;(AU)
you will search for me, but I will be no more.”(AV)
Footnotes
- Job 7:20 A few manuscripts of the Masoretic Text, an ancient Hebrew scribal tradition and Septuagint; most manuscripts of the Masoretic Text I have become a burden to myself.
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