Añadir traducción en paralelo Imprimir Opciones de la página

[a]Is not man (A)conscripted to labor on earth,
And are not his days like the days of (B)a hired man?
As a slave who pants for the shade,
And as a hired man who eagerly hopes for his wages,
So am I apportioned months of worthlessness,
And (C)nights of trouble are appointed me.
If I (D)lie down I say,
‘When shall I arise?’
But the twilight continues,
And I am saturated with tossing until dawn.
My (E)flesh is clothed with worms and a crust of dirt;
My skin scabs over and flows out again.

Read full chapter

Notas al pie

  1. Job 7:1 Lit Has not man compulsory labor

Job: My Suffering Is without End

“Do not human beings have a hard service on earth,
    and are not their days like the days of a laborer?(A)
Like a slave who longs for the shadow,
    and like laborers who look for their wages,(B)
so I am allotted months of emptiness,
    and nights of misery are apportioned to me.(C)
When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I rise?’
    But the night is long,
    and I am full of tossing until dawn.(D)
My flesh is clothed with worms and dirt;
    my skin hardens, then breaks out again.

Read full chapter