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Job Chapter 7 (Index)

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001  Is there not an appointed time to man upon earth? are not his days also like the days of an hireling?

002  As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for the reward of his work:

003  So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.

004  When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? and I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

005  My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome.

006  My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.

007  O remember that my life is wind: mine eye shall no more see good.

008  The eye of him that hath seen me shall see me no more: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.

009  As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.

010  He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

011  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.

012  Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou settest a watch over me?

013  When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;

014  Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions:

015  So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

016  I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

017  What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him? and that thou shouldest set thine heart upon him?

018  And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, and try him every moment?

019  How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

020  I have sinned; what shall I do unto thee, O thou preserver of men? why hast thou set me as a mark against thee, so that I am a burden to myself?

021  And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.