Job 7

¹“Is not man consigned to labor on earth?

²Like a slave he longs for shade;

³So I am allotted months of futility,

⁴When I lie down I think:

⁵My flesh is clothed with worms

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

⁷Remember that my life is but a breath.

⁸The eye that beholds me will no longer see me.

⁹As a cloud vanishes and is gone,

¹⁰He never returns to his house;

¹¹Therefore I will not restrain my mouth;

¹²Am I the sea, or the monster of the deep,

¹³When I think my bed will comfort me

¹⁴then You frighten me with dreams

¹⁵so that I would prefer strangling and death

¹⁶I loathe my life! I would not live forever.

¹⁷What is man that You should exalt him,

¹⁸that You attend to him every morning,

¹⁹Will You never look away from me,

²⁰If I have sinned, what have I done to You,

²¹Why do You not pardon my transgression