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Old Testament · Chapter 7 of 42

Job 7

Iyov

{Is there} not an appointed time to man upon earth? {are not} his days also like the days of an hireling? {an appointed...: or, a warfare}

2As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for {the reward of} his work: {earnestly...: Heb. gapeth after}

3So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

4When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day. {the night...: Heb. the evening be measured?}

5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

7O remember that my life {is} wind: mine eye shall no more see good. {shall...: Heb. shall not return} {see: to see, that is, to enjoy}

8The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no {more}: thine eyes {are} upon me, and I {am} not. {I am...: that is, I can live no longer}

9{As} the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no {more}.

10He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

12{Am} I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?

13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;

14Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:

15So that my soul chooseth strangling, {and} death rather than my life. {life: Heb. bones}

16I loathe {it}; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days {are} vanity.

17What {is} man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?

18And {that} thou shouldest visit him every morning, {and} try him every moment?

19How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

20I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?

21And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I {shall} not {be}.

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About Job

A righteous man loses everything and spends 37 chapters arguing with friends who explain too much and with a God who answers in questions. The hardest and most honest poem in the Bible about suffering.