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.”
Job 7
Traducción en lenguaje actual
7 1-3 »He pasado noches miserables,
he pasado meses enteros
esperando en vano
que terminen mis sufrimientos.
Mi vida ha sido como la de un soldado
que ansioso espera el fin de la guerra;
como la de un peón,
que ansioso espera su paga;
como un esclavo fatigado,
que ansioso espera que caiga la noche.
4 Cuando me acuesto,
la noche me parece interminable;
doy vueltas en la cama
sin poder pegar los ojos,
y me pregunto cuándo amanecerá.
5 Tengo todo el cuerpo
lleno de gusanos y de costras;
¡por todos lados me sale pus!
6 »La vida se me escapa
con la velocidad del rayo.
¡Ya he perdido toda esperanza!
7 Acuérdate, Dios mío,
que mi vida es como un suspiro
y que no volveré a saber
lo que es la felicidad.
8 Hoy me ves, pero mañana ya no;
me buscarás, pero ya no estaré aquí.
9-10 Los que bajan a la tumba
ya no vuelven a subir;
nunca más regresan a su casa.
Son como las nubes:
¡desaparecen y se pierden para siempre!
11 »En cuanto a mí,
estoy tan angustiado
y tan lleno de amargura
que no puedo quedarme callado.
12 ¿Por qué me vigilas tanto,
si no soy el monstruo del mar?
13 A veces pienso que durmiendo
hallaré consuelo y alivio a mi queja,
14 pero aun estando acostado
me haces tener pesadillas
y me llenas de terror.
15-16 Ya no quiero seguir viviendo.
¡Preferiría morir ahorcado
que seguir viviendo en este mundo!
Mi vida ha perdido valor;
¡ya déjame en paz!
17-18 »Tú nos das mucha importancia;
todos los días nos examinas.
Yo me pregunto por qué
a todas horas nos pones a prueba.
19-20 Tú, que a todos nos vigilas,
¿por qué sólo a mí me castigas?
¡Ya no me vigiles tanto!
¡Déjame al menos tragar saliva!
¿En qué te afecta que yo peque?
¿Acaso te soy una molestia?
21 ¿Por qué no me perdonas
y te olvidas de mi maldad?
Me queda muy poco de vida;
cuando me busques,
ya estaré muerto».
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 King James Version
Job: My Suffering Is Comfortless
7 “Is there not (A)a time of hard service for man on earth?
Are not his days also like the days of a hired man?
2 Like a servant who [a]earnestly desires the shade,
And like a hired man who eagerly looks for his wages,
3 So I have been allotted (B)months of futility,
And wearisome nights have been appointed to me.
4 (C)When I lie down, I say, ‘When shall I arise,
And the night be ended?’
For I have had my fill of tossing till dawn.
5 My flesh is (D)caked with worms and dust,
My skin is cracked and breaks out afresh.
6 “My(E) days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
And are spent without hope.
7 Oh, remember that (F)my life is a breath!
My eye will never again see good.
8 (G)The eye of him who sees me will see me no more;
While your eyes are upon me, I shall no longer be.
9 As the cloud disappears and vanishes away,
So (H)he who goes down to the grave does not come up.
10 He shall never return to his house,
(I)Nor shall his place know him anymore.
11 “Therefore I will (J)not restrain my mouth;
I will speak in the anguish of my spirit;
I will (K)complain in the bitterness of my soul.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea serpent,
That You set a guard over me?
13 (L)When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me,
My couch will ease my complaint,’
14 Then You scare me with dreams
And terrify me with visions,
15 So that my soul chooses strangling
And death rather than [b]my body.
16 (M)I loathe my life;
I would not live forever.
(N)Let me alone,
For (O)my days are but [c]a breath.
17 “What(P) is man, that You should exalt him,
That You should set Your heart on him,
18 That You should [d]visit him every morning,
And test him every moment?
19 How long?
Will You not look away from me,
And let me alone till I swallow my saliva?
20 Have I sinned?
What have I done to You, (Q)O watcher of men?
Why (R)have You set me as Your target,
So that I am a burden [e]to myself?
21 Why then do You not pardon my transgression,
And take away my iniquity?
For now I will lie down in the dust,
And You will seek me diligently,
But I will no longer be.”
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