Job 7

1not an appointed time to man upon earth? his days also like the days of an hireling? 2As a servant earnestly desireth the shadow, and as an hireling looketh for his work: 3So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me. 4When 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. 5My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and become loathsome. 6My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope. 7O remember that my life wind: mine eye shall no more see good. 8The eye of him that has seen me shall see me no : your eyes upon me, and I not. 9the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no . 10He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more. 11Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul. 12I a sea, or a whale, that you settest a watch over me? 13When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint; 14Then you scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions: 15So that my soul chooseth strangling, death rather than my life. 16I loathe ; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days vanity. 17What man, that you shouldest magnify him? and that you shouldest set your heart upon him? 18And you shouldest visit him every morning, try him every moment? 19How long will you not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle? 20I have sinned; what shall I do unto you, O you preserver of men? why hast you set me as a mark against you, so that I am a burden to myself? 21And why dost you not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and you shall seek me in the morning, but I not .