Job 7:2
As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment:
As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment:
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1 Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment?
3 So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
4 When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.
6 Let your eyes be turned away from him, and take your hand from him, so that he may have pleasure at the end of his day, like a servant working for payment.
15 Give him his payment day by day, not keeping it back over night; for he is poor and his living is dependent on it; and if his cry against you comes to the ears of the Lord, it will be judged as sin in you.
7 All the work of man is for his mouth, and still he has a desire for food.
40 This was my condition, wasted by heat in the day and by the bitter cold at night; and sleep went from my eyes.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
2 See! as the eyes of servants are turned to the hands of their masters, and the eyes of a servant-girl to her owner, so our eyes are waiting for the Lord our God, till he has mercy on us.
9 What profit has the worker in the work which he does?
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
4 Man is like a breath: his life is like a shade which is quickly gone.
20 Why does he give light to him who is in trouble, and life to the bitter in soul;
21 To those whose desire is for death, but it comes not; who are searching for it more than for secret wealth;
2 And a man will be as a safe place from the wind, and a cover from the storm; as rivers of water in a dry place, as the shade of a great rock in a waste land.
20 So my mind was turned to grief for all the trouble I had taken and all my wisdom under the sun.
21 Because there is a man whose work has been done with wisdom, with knowledge, and with an expert hand; but one who has done nothing for it will have it for his heritage. This again is to no purpose and a great evil.
22 What does a man get for all his work, and for the weight of care with which he has done his work under the sun?
23 All his days are sorrow, and his work is full of grief. Even in the night his heart has no rest. This again is to no purpose.
7 And now, Lord, what am I waiting for? my hope is in you.
1 Sorrow is mine! for I am as when they have got in the summer fruits, like the last of the grapes: there is nothing for food, not even an early fig for my desire.
7 Truly the light is sweet, and it is good for the eyes to see the sun.
8 It is one who is by himself, without a second, and without son or brother; but there is no end to all his work, and he has never enough of wealth. For whom, then, am I working and keeping myself from pleasure? This again is to no purpose, and a bitter work.
12 Hope put off is a weariness to the heart; but when what is desired comes, it is a tree of life.
13 If only you would keep me safe in the underworld, putting me in a secret place till your wrath is past, giving me a fixed time when I might come to your memory again!
23 He is wandering about in search of bread, saying, Where is it? and he is certain that the day of trouble is ready for him:
40 But let him be with you as a servant working for payment, till the year of Jubilee;
3 What is a man profited by all his work which he does under the sun?
9 What the eyes see is better than the wandering of desire. This is to no purpose and a desire for wind.
11 My days are like a shade which is stretched out; I am dry like the grass.
26 The desire of the working man is working for him, for his need of food is driving him on.
2 He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.
16 All his days are in the dark, and he has much sorrow, pain, disease, and trouble.
17 This is what I have seen: it is good and fair for a man to take meat and drink and to have joy in all his work under the sun, all the days of his life which God has given him; that is his reward.
18 Whoever keeps a fig-tree will have its fruit; and the servant waiting on his master will be honoured.
6 My soul is watching for the Lord more than those who are watching for the morning; yes, more than the watchers for the morning.
7 They say to him, Because no man has given us work. He says to them, Go in with the rest, into the vine-garden.
2 If only I might again be as I was in the months which are past, in the days when God was watching over me!
16 As for me, I have not said; Let the day of trouble come to them quickly; and I have not been hoping for the death-giving day; you have knowledge of what came from my lips; it was open before you.
17 So I was hating life, because everything under the sun was evil to me: all is to no purpose and desire for wind.
15 For we, as all our fathers were, are like men from a strange country before you, who have got a place for a time in the land; our days on the earth are like a shade, and there is no hope of going on.
13 If I did wrong in the cause of my man-servant, or my woman-servant, when they went to law with me;
20 ...
5 Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,
10 And nothing which was desired by my eyes did I keep from them; I did not keep any joy from my heart, because my heart took pleasure in all my work, and this was my reward.
11 Then I saw all the works which my hands had made, and everything I had been working to do; and I saw that all was to no purpose and desire for wind, and there was no profit under the sun.
2 For what is God's reward from on high, or the heritage given by the Ruler of all from heaven?
23 Man goes out to his work, and to his business, till the evening.
12 Who is able to say what is good for man in life all the days of his foolish life which he goes through like a shade? who will say what is to be after him under the sun?
20 Are not the days of my life small in number? Let your eyes be turned away from me, so that I may have a little pleasure,