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The Holy Bible: King James Version. 2000.

The Book of Job

The Book of Job 7


Job Remonstrates with God
1  Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth?
        
Are not his days also like the days of a hireling?
2  As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow,
        
and as a hireling looketh for the reward of his work;
3  so am I made to possess months of vanity,
        
and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
4  When 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.
5  My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust;
        
my skin is broken, and become loathsome.
6  My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle,
        
and are spent without hope.
7  O remember that my life is wind:
        
mine eye shall no more see good.
8  The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more:
        
thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
9  As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away;
        
so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
10  He shall return no more to his house,
        
neither shall his place know him any more.
11  Therefore 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?
13  When I say, My bed shall comfort me,
        
my couch shall ease my complaint;
14  then thou scarest me with dreams,
        
and terrifiest me through visions:
15  so that my soul chooseth strangling,
        
and death rather than my life.
16  I loathe it; I would not live alway:
        
let me alone; for my days are vanity.
17  What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him?
        
and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him? Ps. 8.4 ; 144.3
18  and that thou shouldest visit him every morning,
        
and try him every moment?
19  How long wilt thou not depart from me,
        
nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
20  I 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?
21  And 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.

Published by The American Bible Society