Job 7:1
Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days?
Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days?
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2As a servant desireth the shadow, And as a hireling expecteth his wage,
3So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.
4Eyes of flesh hast Thou? As man seeth -- seest Thou?
5As the days of man `are' Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?
16I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
17What `is' man that Thou dost magnify him? And that Thou settest unto him Thy heart?
18And inspectest him in the mornings, In the evenings dost try him?
5If determined are his days, The number of his months `are' with Thee, His limit Thou hast made, And he passeth not over;
6Look away from off him that he may cease, Till he enjoy as an hireling his day.
3Jehovah, what `is' man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?
4Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
14If a man dieth -- doth he revive? All days of my warfare I wait, till my change come.
14In a day of prosperity be in gladness, And in a day of evil consider. Also this over-against that hath God made, To the intent that man doth not find anything after him.
15The whole I have considered in the days of my vanity. There is a righteous one perishing in his righteousness, and there is a wrong-doer prolonging `himself' in his wrong.
6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
7Remember Thou that my life `is' a breath, Mine eye turneth not back to see good.
6And though he had lived a thousand years twice over, yet good he hath not seen; to the same place doth not every one go?
7All the labour of man `is' for his mouth, and yet the soul is not filled.
47Remember, I pray Thee, what `is' life-time? Wherefore in vain hast Thou created All the sons of men?
9What advantage hath the doer in that which he is labouring at?
1Man, born of woman! Of few days, and full of trouble!
2As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
3Also -- on this Thou hast opened Thine eyes, And dost bring me into judgment with Thee.
6For to every delight there is a time and a judgment, for the misfortune of man is great upon him.
7For he knoweth not that which shall be, for when it shall be who declareth to him?
3What advantage `is' to man by all his labour that he laboureth at under the sun?
11For there are many things multiplying vanity; what advantage `is' to man?
12For who knoweth what `is' good for a man in life, the number of the days of the life of his vanity, and he maketh them as a shadow? for who declareth to man what is after him under the sun?
1Wherefore from the Mighty One Times have not been hidden, And those knowing Him have not seen His days.
4This hast thou known from antiquity? Since the placing of man on earth?
15in his day thou dost give his hire, and the sun doth not go in upon it, for he `is' poor, and unto it he is lifting up his soul, and he doth not cry against thee unto Jehovah, and it hath been in thee -- sin.
8There is one, and there is not a second; even son or brother he hath not, and there is no end to all his labour! His eye also is not satisfied with riches, and `he saith not', `For whom am I labouring and bereaving my soul of good?' This also is vanity, it is a sad travail.
1To everything -- a season, and a time to every delight under the heavens:
2And what `is' the portion of God from above? And the inheritance of the Mighty from the heights?
5Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age `is' as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity `is' every man set up. Selah.
6Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, `in' vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.
15Mortal man! as grass `are' his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
22For what hath been to a man by all his labour, and by the thought of his heart that he laboured at under the sun?
23For all his days are sorrows, and his travail sadness; even at night his heart hath not lain down; this also `is' vanity.
21For what `is' his delight in his house after him, And the number of his months cut off?
20Because there is not a righteous man on earth that doth good and sinneth not.
8But, if man liveth many years, In all of them let him rejoice, And remember the days of darkness, For they are many! all that is coming `is' vanity.
23Man goeth forth to his work, And to his service -- till evening.
9All this I have seen so as to give my heart to every work that hath been done under the sun; a time that man hath ruled over man to his own evil.
15for sojourners we `are' before Thee, and settlers, like all our fathers; as a shadow `are' our days on the land, and there is none abiding.
9(For of yesterday we `are', and we know not, For a shadow `are' our days on earth.)
14There is a vanity that hath been done upon the earth, that there are righteous ones unto whom it is coming according to the work of the wicked, and there are wicked ones unto whom it is coming according to the work of the righteous. I have said that this also `is' vanity.
16And this also `is' a painful evil, just as he came, so he goeth, and what advantage `is' to him who laboureth for wind?