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The Book of Job

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- Chapter 7 -

Job: My suffering is without consolation

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Is there not an appointed time to man vpon earth? and are not his dayes as the dayes of an hyreling?
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As a seruant longeth for the shadowe, and as an hyreling looketh for the ende of his worke,
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So haue I had as an inheritance the moneths of vanitie, and painefull nights haue bene appointed vnto me.
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If I layed me downe, I sayde, When shall I arise? and measuring the euening I am euen full with tossing to and from vnto the dawning of the day.
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My flesh is clothed with wormes and filthinesse of the dust: my skinne is rent, and become horrible.
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My dayes are swifter then a weauers shittle, and they are spent without hope.
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Remember that my life is but a wind, and that mine eye shall not returne to see pleasure.
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The eye that hath seene me, shall see me no more: thine eyes are vpon me, and I shall be no longer.
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As the cloude vanisheth and goeth away, so he that goeth downe to the graue, shall come vp no more.
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He shall returne no more to his house, neither shall his place knowe him any more.
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Therefore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my spirite, and muse in the bitternesse of my minde.
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Am I a sea or a whalefish, that thou keepest me in warde?
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When I say, My couch shall relieue me, and my bed shall bring comfort in my meditation,
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Then fearest thou me with dreames, and astonishest me with visions.
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Therefore my soule chuseth rather to be strangled and to die, then to be in my bones.
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I abhorre it, I shall not liue alway: spare me then, for my dayes are but vanitie.
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What is man, that thou doest magnifie him, and that thou settest thine heart vpon him?
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And doest visite him euery morning, and tryest him euery moment?
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Howe long will it be yer thou depart from me? thou wilt not let me alone whiles I may swallowe my spettle.
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I haue sinned, what shall I do vnto thee? O thou preseruer of me, why hast thou set me as a marke against thee, so that I am a burden vnto my selfe?
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And why doest thou not pardon my trespasse? and take away mine iniquitie? for nowe shall I sleepe in the dust, and if thou seekest me in the morning, I shall not be found.

Job: My suffering is without consolation

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“Isn’t a man forced to labor on earth? Aren’t his days like the days of a hired hand?
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As a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,
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so I am made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
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When I lie down, I say, ‘When will I arise, and the night be gone?’ I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
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My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
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My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope.
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Oh remember that my life is a breath. My eye will no more see good.
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The eye of him who sees me will see me no more. Your eyes will be on me, but I will not be.
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As the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol (a) will come up no more.
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He will return no more to his house, neither will his place know him any more.
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“Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
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Am I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
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When I say, ‘My bed will comfort me. My couch will ease my complaint,’
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then you scare me with dreams and terrify me through visions,
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so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
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I loathe my life. I don’t want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
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What is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
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that you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?
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How long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
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If I have sinned, what do I do to you, you watcher of men? Why have you set me as a mark for you, so that I am a burden to myself?
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Why do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now will I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I will not be.”

Footnotes

(a)7:9 Sheol is the place of the dead.
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