Job 7:3
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
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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.
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.
7¶ O remember that my life [is] wind: mine eye shall no more see good.
1¶ [Is there] not an appointed time to man upon earth? [are not] his days also like the days of an hireling?
2As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for [the reward of] his work:
7But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
5He hath builded against me, and compassed [me] with gall and travail.
6He hath set me in dark places, as [they that be] dead of old.
7He hath hedged me about, that I cannot get out: he hath made my chain heavy.
6I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
7Mine eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
40[Thus] I was; in the day the drought consumed me, and the frost by night; and my sleep departed from mine eyes.
6As [for] that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.
7Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.
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;
16And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
17My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
23For all his days [are] sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.
16I loathe [it]; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days [are] vanity.
11My days are past, my purposes are broken off, [even] the thoughts of my heart.
12They change the night into day: the light [is] short because of darkness.
13If I wait, the grave [is] mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
20[Are] not my days few? cease [then, and] let me alone, that I may take comfort a little,
6He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
7Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, and all my members [are] as a shadow.
1¶ I [am] the man [that] hath seen affliction by the rod of his wrath.
2He hath led me, and brought [me into] darkness, but not [into] light.
3Surely against me is he turned; he turneth his hand [against me] all the day.
3Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night [in which] it was said, There is a man child conceived.
12Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day [even] to night wilt thou make an end of me.
13I reckoned till morning, [that], as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day [even] to night wilt thou make an end of me.
20¶ Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter [in] soul;
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
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].
14For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
3When his candle shined upon my head, [and when] by his light I walked [through] darkness;
1¶ My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves [are ready] for me.
11He hath turned aside my ways, and pulled me in pieces: he hath made me desolate.
16Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants [which] never saw light.
3For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
17Because I was not cut off before the darkness, [neither] hath he covered the darkness from my face.
13For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,
9Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but [have] none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:
13O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
19He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.