Job 7:3
So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.
So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.
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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.
5Clothed hath been my flesh `with' worms, And a clod of dust, My skin hath been shrivelled and is loathsome,
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.
1Is there not a warfare to man on earth? And as the days of an hireling his days?
2As a servant desireth the shadow, And as a hireling expecteth his wage,
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
5He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.
6In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.
7He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.
6I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
7Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
40I have been `thus': in the day consumed me hath drought, and frost by night, and wander doth my sleep from mine eyes.
6That night -- let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come.
7Lo! that night -- let it be gloomy, Let no singing come into it.
11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.
12A sea-`monster' am I, or a dragon, That thou settest over me a guard?
13When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.
16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.
17At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
23For all his days are sorrows, and his travail sadness; even at night his heart hath not lain down; this also `is' vanity.
16I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
11My days have passed by, My devices have been broken off, The possessions of my heart!
12Night for day they appoint, Light `is' near because of darkness.
13If I wait -- Sheol `is' my house, In darkness I have spread out my couch.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
6And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.
7And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.
1I `am' the man `who' hath seen affliction By the rod of His wrath.
2Me He hath led, and causeth to go `in' darkness, and without light.
3Surely against me He turneth back, He turneth His hand all the day.
3Let the day perish in which I am born, And the night that hath said: `A man-child hath been conceived.'
12My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
13I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
20Why giveth He to the miserable light, and life to the bitter soul?
10For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.
20I have sinned, what do I to Thee, O watcher of man? Why hast Thou set me for a mark to Thee, And I am for a burden to myself -- and what?
21Thou dost not take away my transgression, And cause to pass away mine iniquity, Because now, for dust I lie down: And Thou hast sought me -- and I am not!
14And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
3In His causing His lamp to shine on my head, By His light I walk `through' darkness.
1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.
11My ways He is turning aside, and He pulleth me in pieces, He hath made me a desolation.
16(Or as a hidden abortion I am not, As infants -- they have not seen light.)
3For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
17For I have not been cut off before darkness, And before me He covered thick darkness.
13For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,
9Let the stars of its twilight be dark, Let it wait for light, and there is none, And let it not look on the eyelids of the dawn.
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.