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“Is not all human life a struggle?
    Our lives are like that of a hired hand,
like a worker who longs for the shade,
    like a servant waiting to be paid.
I, too, have been assigned months of futility,
    long and weary nights of misery.
Lying in bed, I think, ‘When will it be morning?’
    But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.
My body is covered with maggots and scabs.
    My skin breaks open, oozing with pus.

Job Cries Out to God

“My days fly faster than a weaver’s shuttle.
    They end without hope.
O God, remember that my life is but a breath,
    and I will never again feel happiness.
You see me now, but not for long.
    You will look for me, but I will be gone.
Just as a cloud dissipates and vanishes,
    those who die[a] will not come back.
10 They are gone forever from their home—
    never to be seen again.

11 “I cannot keep from speaking.
    I must express my anguish.
    My bitter soul must complain.
12 Am I a sea monster or a dragon
    that you must place me under guard?
13 I think, ‘My bed will comfort me,
    and sleep will ease my misery,’
14 but then you shatter me with dreams
    and terrify me with visions.
15 I would rather be strangled—
    rather die than suffer like this.
16 I hate my life and don’t want to go on living.
    Oh, leave me alone for my few remaining days.

17 “What are people, that you should make so much of us,
    that you should think of us so often?
18 For you examine us every morning
    and test us every moment.
19 Why won’t you leave me alone,
    at least long enough for me to swallow!
20 If I have sinned, what have I done to you,
    O watcher of all humanity?
Why make me your target?
    Am I a burden to you?[b]
21 Why not just forgive my sin
    and take away my guilt?
For soon I will lie down in the dust and die.
    When you look for me, I will be gone.”

Footnotes

  1. 7:9 Hebrew who go down to Sheol.
  2. 7:20 As in Greek version; Hebrew reads target, so that I am a burden to myself?

Isn’t each person consigned to forced labor(A) on earth?
Are not his days like those of a hired worker?
Like a slave he longs for shade;
like a hired worker 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 a mere human, 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 humanity?
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 iniquity?(Q)
For soon I will lie down in the grave.(R)
You will eagerly seek me, but I will be gone.(S)

Footnotes

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

Le sort de l'homme sur la terre est celui d'un soldat, Et ses jours sont ceux d'un mercenaire.

Comme l'esclave soupire après l'ombre, Comme l'ouvrier attend son salaire,

Ainsi j'ai pour partage des mois de douleur, J'ai pour mon lot des nuits de souffrance.

Je me couche, et je dis: Quand me lèverai-je? quand finira la nuit? Et je suis rassasié d'agitations jusqu'au point du jour.

Mon corps se couvre de vers et d'une croûte terreuse, Ma peau se crevasse et se dissout.

Mes jours sont plus rapides que la navette du tisserand, Ils s'évanouissent: plus d'espérance!

Souviens-toi que ma vie est un souffle! Mes yeux ne reverront pas le bonheur.

L'oeil qui me regarde ne me regardera plus; Ton oeil me cherchera, et je ne serai plus.

Comme la nuée se dissipe et s'en va, Celui qui descend au séjour des morts ne remontera pas;

10 Il ne reviendra plus dans sa maison, Et le lieu qu'il habitait ne le connaîtra plus.

11 C'est pourquoi je ne retiendrai point ma bouche, Je parlerai dans l'angoisse de mon coeur, Je me plaindrai dans l'amertume de mon âme.

12 Suis-je une mer, ou un monstre marin, Pour que tu établisses des gardes autour de moi?

13 Quand je dis: Mon lit me soulagera, Ma couche calmera mes douleurs,

14 C'est alors que tu m'effraies par des songes, Que tu m'épouvantes par des visions.

15 Ah! je voudrais être étranglé! Je voudrais la mort plutôt que ces os!

16 Je les méprise!... je ne vivrai pas toujours... Laisse-moi, car ma vie n'est qu'un souffle.

17 Qu'est-ce que l'homme, pour que tu en fasses tant de cas, Pour que tu daignes prendre garde à lui,

18 Pour que tu le visites tous les matins, Pour que tu l'éprouves à tous les instants?

19 Quand cesseras-tu d'avoir le regard sur moi? Quand me laisseras-tu le temps d'avaler ma salive?

20 Si j'ai péché, qu'ai-je pu te faire, gardien des hommes? Pourquoi me mettre en butte à tes traits? Pourquoi me rendre à charge à moi-même?

21 Que ne pardonnes-tu mon péché, Et que n'oublies-tu mon iniquité? Car je vais me coucher dans la poussière; Tu me chercheras, et je ne serai plus.

“Do not mortals have hard service(A) on earth?(B)
    Are not their days like those of hired laborers?(C)
Like a slave longing for the evening shadows,(D)
    or a hired laborer waiting to be paid,(E)
so I have been allotted months of futility,
    and nights of misery have been assigned to me.(F)
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)
My body is clothed with worms(I) and scabs,
    my skin is broken and festering.(J)

“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,(K)
    and they come to an end without hope.(L)
Remember, O God, that my life is but a breath;(M)
    my eyes will never see happiness again.(N)
The eye that now sees me will see me no longer;
    you will look for me, but I will be no more.(O)
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

  1. 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.

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.