Job 7

¹Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth?

²As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow,

³So am I made to possess months of vanity,

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,

⁷O remember that my life is wind:

⁸The eye of him that hath seen me shall see 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 whale,

¹³When I say, My bed shall comfort me,

¹⁴Then thou scarest me with dreams,

¹⁵So that my soul chooseth strangling,

¹⁶I loathe it; 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 depart from me,

²⁰I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee,

²¹And why dost thou not pardon my transgression,