Job 7:2
As a servant desireth the shadow, And as a hireling expecteth his wage,
As a servant desireth the shadow, And as a hireling expecteth his wage,
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1Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days?
3So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.
4If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.
6Look away from off him that he may cease, Till he enjoy as an hireling his day.
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.
7All the labour of man `is' for his mouth, and yet the soul is not filled.
40I have been `thus': in the day consumed me hath drought, and frost by night, and wander doth my sleep from mine eyes.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
2Lo, as eyes of men-servants `Are' unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant `Are' unto the hand of her mistress, So `are' our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.
9What advantage hath the doer in that which he is labouring at?
6My days swifter than a weaving machine, And they are consumed without hope.
4Man to vanity hath been like, His days `are' as a shadow passing by.
20Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
21Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.
2And each hath been as a hiding-place `from' wind, And as a secret hiding-place `from' inundation, As rivulets of waters in a dry place, As a shadow of a heavy rock in a weary land.
20And I turned round to cause my heart to despair concerning all the labour that I laboured at under the sun.
21For there is a man whose labour `is' in wisdom, and in knowledge, and in equity, and to a man who hath not laboured therein he giveth it -- his portion! Even this `is' vanity and a great evil.
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.
7And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope -- it `is' of Thee.
1My wo `is' to me, for I have been As gatherings of summer-fruit, As gleanings of harvest, There is no cluster to eat, The first-ripe fruit desired hath my soul.
7Sweet also `is' the light, And good for the eyes to see the sun.
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.
12Hope prolonged is making the heart sick, And a tree of life `is' the coming desire.
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
23He is wandering for bread -- `Where `is' it?' He hath known that ready at his hand Is a day of darkness.
40as an hireling, as a settler, he is with thee, till the year of the jubilee he doth serve with thee, --
3What advantage `is' to man by all his labour that he laboureth at under the sun?
9Better `is' the sight of the eyes than the going of the soul. This also `is' vanity and vexation of spirit.
11My days as a shadow `are' stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.
26A labouring man hath laboured for himself, For his mouth hath caused `him' to bend over it.
2As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
16And this also `is' a painful evil, just as he came, so he goeth, and what advantage `is' to him who laboureth for wind?
17Also all his days in darkness he consumeth, and sadness, and wrath, and sickness abound.
18The keeper of a fig-tree eateth its fruit, And the preserver of his master is honoured.
6My soul `is' for the Lord, More than those watching for morning, Watching for morning!
7they say to him, Because no one did hire us; he saith to them, Go ye -- ye also -- to the vineyard, and whatever may be righteous ye shall receive.
2Who doth make me as `in' months past, As `in' the days of God's preserving me?
16And I hastened not from feeding after Thee, And the desperate day I have not desired, Thou -- Thou hast known, The produce of my lips, before Thy face it hath been,
17And I have hated life, for sad to me `is' the work that hath been done under the sun, for the whole `is' vanity and vexation of spirit.
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.
13If I despise the cause of my man-servant, And of my handmaid, In their contending with me,
20Desire not the night, For the going up of peoples in their stead.
5As the days of man `are' Thy days? Thy years as the days of a man?
10And all that mine eyes asked I kept not back from them; I withheld not my heart from any joy, for my heart rejoiced because of all my labour, and this hath been my portion, from all my labour,
11and I have looked on all my works that my hands have done, and on the labour that I have laboured to do, and lo, the whole `is' vanity and vexation of spirit, and there is no advantage under the sun!
2And what `is' the portion of God from above? And the inheritance of the Mighty from the heights?
23Man goeth forth to his work, And to his service -- till evening.
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?
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,