Job 7

¹Is there not a warfare to man upon earth?

²As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow,

³So am I made to possess months of misery,

⁴When I lie down, I say,

⁵My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust;

⁶My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,

⁷Oh remember that my life is a breath:

⁸The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more;

⁹As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away,

¹⁰He shall return no more to his house,

¹¹Therefore I will not refrain my mouth;

¹²Am I a sea, or a sea-monster,

¹³When I say, My bed shall comfort me,

¹⁴Then thou scarest me with dreams,

¹⁵So that my soul chooseth strangling,

¹⁶I loathe my life; I would not live alway:

¹⁷What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him,

¹⁸And that thou shouldest visit him every morning,

¹⁹How long wilt thou not look away from me,

²⁰If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men?

²¹And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity?