Job 7:1-11

Christian Standard Bible

7 Isn’t each person consigned to forced labor^(A) on earth?
Are not his days like those of a hired worker?
² Like a slave he longs for shade;
like a hired worker he waits for his pay.
³ So I have been made to inherit months of futility,
and troubled nights have been assigned to me.^(B)
4 When I lie down I think,
“When will I get up?”
But the evening drags on endlessly,
and I toss and turn until dawn.
⁵ My flesh is clothed with maggots and encrusted with dirt.^[a]
My skin forms scabs^[b] and then oozes.^(C)

⁶ My days pass more swiftly than a weaver’s shuttle;
they come to an end without hope.^(D)
7 Remember that my life is but a breath.
My eye will never again see anything good.^(E)
8 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)
9 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.