Job 7:3
So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
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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.
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
6 My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
7 O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.
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?
2 As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment:
7 But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.
5 He has put up a wall against me, shutting me in with bitter sorrow.
6 He has kept me in dark places, like those who have been long dead.
7 He has put a wall round me, so that I am not able to go out; he has made great the weight of my chain.
6 The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.
7 My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
40 This was my condition, wasted by heat in the day and by the bitter cold at night; and sleep went from my eyes.
6 That night--let the thick dark take it; let it not have joy among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months.
7 As for that night, let it have no fruit; let no voice of joy be sounded in it;
11 So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
12 Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
13 When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
17 The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.
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.
16 I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
11 My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the desires of my heart.
12 They are changing night into day; they say, The light is near the dark.
13 If I am waiting for the underworld as my house, if I have made my bed in the dark;
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,
6 He has made me a word of shame to the peoples; I have become a mark for their sport.
7 My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.
1 I am the man who has seen trouble by the rod of his wrath.
2 By him I have been made to go in the dark where there is no light.
3 Truly against me his hand has been turned again and again all the day.
3 Let destruction take the day of my birth, and the night on which it was said, A man child has come into the world.
12 My resting-place is pulled up and taken away from me like a herdsman's tent: my life is rolled up like a linen-worker's thread; I am cut off from the cloth on the frame: from day even to night you give me up to pain.
13 I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.
20 Why does he give light to him who is in trouble, and life to the bitter in soul;
10 My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.
20 If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?
21 And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.
14 For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.
3 When his light was shining over my head, and when I went through the dark by his light.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
16 Or as a child dead at birth I might never have come into existence; like young children who have not seen the light.
3 The evil man has gone after my soul; my life is crushed down to the earth: he has put me in the dark, like those who have long been dead.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
17 For I am overcome by the dark, and by the black night which is covering my face.
13 For then I might have gone to my rest in quiet, and in sleep have been in peace,
9 Let its morning stars be dark; let it be looking for light, but may it not have any; let it not see the eyes of the dawn.
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!
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.