Job 7:3
thus I have been made to inherit months of futility, and nights of sorrow have been appointed to me.
thus I have been made to inherit months of futility, and nights of sorrow have been appointed to me.
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4If I lie down, I say,‘When will I arise?’, and the night stretches on and I toss and turn restlessly until the day dawns.
5My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.
6My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle and they come to an end without hope.
7Remember that my life is but a breath, that my eyes will never again see happiness.
1The Brevity of Life“Does not humanity have hard service on earth? Are not their days also like the days of a hired man?
2Like a servant longing for the evening shadow, and like a hired man looking for his wages,
7Surely now he has worn me out, you have devastated my entire household.
5He has besieged and surrounded me with bitter hardship.
6He has made me reside in deepest darkness like those who died long ago.
7ג(Gimel) He has walled me in so that I cannot get out; he has weighted me down with heavy prison chains.
6I am exhausted as I groan; all night long I drench my bed in tears; my tears saturate the cushion beneath me.
7My eyes grow dim from suffering; they grow weak because of all my enemies.
40I was consumed by scorching heat during the day and by piercing cold at night, and I went without sleep.
6That night– let darkness seize it; let it not be included among the days of the year; let it not enter among the number of the months!
7Indeed, let that night be barren; let no shout of joy penetrate it!
11Job Remonstrates with God“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.
12Am I the sea, or the creature of the deep, that you must put me under guard?
13If I say,“My bed will comfort me, my couch will ease my complaint,”
16Job’s Despondency“And now my soul pours itself out within me; days of suffering take hold of me.
17Night pierces my bones; my gnawing pains never cease.
23For all day long his work produces pain and frustration, and even at night his mind cannot relax! This also is futile!
16I loathe it; I do not want to live forever; leave me alone, for my days are a vapor!
11My days have passed, my plans are shattered, even the desires of my heart.
12These men change night into day; they say,‘The light is near in the face of darkness.’
13If I hope for the grave to be my home, if I spread out my bed in darkness,
20Are not my days few? Cease, then, and leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,
6He has made me a byword to people, I am the one in whose face they spit.
7My eyes have grown dim with grief; my whole frame is but a shadow.
1א(Alef) The Prophet Speaks: I am the man who has experienced affliction from the rod of his wrath.
2He drove me into captivity and made me walk in darkness and not light.
3He repeatedly attacks me, he turns his hand against me all day long.
3“Let the day on which I was born perish, and the night that said,‘A man has been conceived!’
12My dwelling place is removed and taken away from me like a shepherd’s tent. I rolled up my life like a weaver rolls cloth; from the loom he cuts me off. You turn day into night and end my life.
13I cry out until morning; like a lion he shatters all my bones; you turn day into night and end my life.
20Longing for Death“Why does God give light to one who is in misery, and life to those whose soul is bitter,
10For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.
20If I have sinned– what have I done to you, O watcher of men? Why have you set me as your target? Have I become a burden to you?
21And why do you not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? For now I will lie down in the dust, and you will seek me diligently, but I will be gone.”
14I suffer all day long, and am punished every morning.”
3when he caused his lamp to shine upon my head, and by his light I walked through darkness;
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
11He has obstructed my paths and torn me to pieces; he has made me desolate.
16Or why was I not buried like a stillborn infant, like infants who have never seen the light?
3Certainly my enemies chase me. They smash me into the ground. They force me to live in dark regions, like those who have been dead for ages.
4My strength leaves me; I am absolutely shocked.
17Yet I have not been silent because of the darkness, because of the thick darkness that covered my face.
13For now I would be lying down and would be quiet, I would be asleep and then at peace
9Let its morning stars be darkened; let it wait for daylight but find none, nor let it see the first rays of dawn,
13The Possibility of Another Life“O that you would hide me in Sheol, and conceal me till your anger has passed! O that you would set me a time and then remember me!
19He has flung me into the mud, and I have come to resemble dust and ashes.