Job 7:4
If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.
If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.
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3So I have been caused to inherit months of vanity, And nights of misery they numbered to me.
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.
14And thou hast affrighted me with dreams, And from visions thou terrifiest me,
6I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
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.
13In thoughts from visions of the night, In the falling of deep sleep on men,
19How long dost Thou not look from me? Thou dost not desist till I swallow my spittle.
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!
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.
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.
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.
2In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.
12And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.
13O that in Sheol Thou wouldst conceal me, Hide me till the turning of Thine anger, Set for me a limit, and remember me.
40I have been `thus': in the day consumed me hath drought, and frost by night, and wander doth my sleep from mine eyes.
5I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
26On this I have awaked, and I behold, and my sleep hath been sweet to me.
3`If I enter into the tent of my house, If I go up on the couch of my bed,
4If I give sleep to mine eyes, To mine eyelids -- slumber,
14And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.
13For now, I have lain down, and am quiet, I have slept -- then there is rest to me,
4Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
4Wandered hath my heart, trembling hath terrified me, The twilight of my desire He hath made a fear to me,
11And I say, `Surely darkness bruiseth me, Then night `is' light to me.
6If I have remembered Thee on my couch, In the watches -- I meditate on Thee.
20Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,
16When I gave my heart to know wisdom and to see the business that hath been done on the earth, (for there is also a spectator in whose eyes sleep is not by day and by night),
6I remember my music in the night, With my heart I meditate, and my spirit doth search diligently:
16I have wasted away -- not to the age do I live. Cease from me, for my days `are' vanity.
24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.
35`They smote me, I have not been sick, They beat me, I have not known. When I awake -- I seek it yet again!'
4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.
19Casting me into mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.
27My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.
28Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.
3When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.
23For all his days are sorrows, and his travail sadness; even at night his heart hath not lain down; this also `is' vanity.
4I -- to man `is' my complaint? and if `so', wherefore May not my temper become short?
20For shorter hath been the bed Than to stretch one's self out in, And the covering hath been narrower Than to wrap one's self up in.
7Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my company,
3And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?
2Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He giveth to His beloved one sleep.