Job - douay rheims

Chapter 7

¹ The life of man upon earth is a warfare, and his days are like the days of a hireling.
² As a servant longeth for the shade, as the hireling looketh for the end of his work;
³ So I also have had empty months, and have numbered to myself wearisome nights.
⁴ If I lie down to sleep, I shall say: When shall arise? and again I shall look for the evening, and shall be filled with sorrows even till darkness.
⁵ My flesh is clothed with rottenness and the filth of dust, my skin is withered and drawn together.
⁶ My days have passed more swiftly than the web is cut by the weaver, and are consumed without any hope.
⁷ Remember that my life is but wind, and my eyes shall not return to see good things.
⁸ Nor shall the sight of man behold me: thy eyes are upon me, and I shall be no more.
⁹ As a cloud is consumed, and passeth away: so he that shall go down to hell shall not come up.
¹⁰ Nor shall he return my more into his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
¹¹ Wherefore I will not spare my month, I will speak in the affliction of my spirit: I will talk with the bitterness of my soul.
¹² Am I a sea, or a whale, that thou hast enclosed me in a prison?
¹³ If I say: My bed shall comfort me, and I shall be relieved speaking with myself on my couch:
¹⁴ Thou wilt frighten me with dreams and terrify me with visions.
¹⁵ So that my soul rather chooseth hanging, and my bones death.
¹⁶ I have done with hope, I shall now live no longer: spare me, for my days are nothing.
¹⁷ What is a man that thou shouldst magnify him? or why dost thou set thy heart upon him?
¹⁸ Thou visitest him early in the morning, and thou provest him suddenly.
¹⁹ How long wilt thou not spare me, nor suffer me to swallow down my spittle?
²⁰ I have sinned: what shall I do to thee, O keeper of men? why hast thou set me opposite to thee, and I am become burdensome to myself?
²¹ Why dost thou not remove my sin, and why dost thou not take away my iniquity? Behold now I shall sleep in the dust: and if thou seek me in the morning, I shall not be.

Job - webster

Chapter 7

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

Job - world english bible

Chapter 7

¹ a man forced to labor on earth? Aren't his days like the days of a hired hand?
² a servant who earnestly desires the shadow, as a hireling who looks for his wages,
³ am I made to possess months of misery, wearisome nights are appointed to me.
⁴ I lie down, I say, 'When shall I arise, and the night be gone?' I toss and turn until the dawning of the day.
⁵ flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust. My skin closes up, and breaks out afresh.
⁶ days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
⁷ remember that my life is a breath. My eye shall no more see good.
⁸ eye of him who sees me shall see me no more. Your eyes shall be on me, but I shall not be.
⁹ the cloud is consumed and vanishes away, so he who goes down to Sheol shall come up no more.
¹⁰ shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.
¹¹ I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
¹² I a sea, or a sea monster, that you put a guard over me?
¹³ I say, 'My bed shall comfort me. My couch shall ease my complaint;'
¹⁴ you scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions:
¹⁵ that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.
¹⁶ loathe my life. I don't want to live forever. Leave me alone, for my days are but a breath.
¹⁷ is man, that you should magnify him, that you should set your mind on him,
¹⁸ you should visit him every morning, and test him every moment?
¹⁹ long will you not look away from me, nor leave me alone until I swallow down my spittle?
²⁰ 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?
²¹ do you not pardon my disobedience, and take away my iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust. You will seek me diligently, but I shall not be."

Job - darby

Chapter 7

¹ Hath not man a life of labour upon earth? and are not his days like the days of a hireling?
² As a bondman earnestly desireth the shadow, and a hireling expecteth his wages,
³ So am I made to possess months of vanity, and wearisome nights are appointed to me.
⁴ If I lie down, I say, When shall I rise up, and the darkness be gone? and I am full of tossings until the dawn.
⁵ My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; my skin is broken, and suppurates.
⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and are spent without hope.
⁷ Remember thou that my life is wind; mine eye shall no more see good.
⁸ The eye of him that hath seen me shall behold me no [more]: thine eyes are upon me, and I am not.
⁹ The cloud consumeth and vanisheth away; so he that goeth down to Sheol shall not come up.
¹⁰ He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him again.
¹¹ Therefore I will not restrain my mouth: I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
¹² Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, that thou settest a watch over me?
¹³ When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;
¹⁴ Then thou scarest me with dreams, and terrifiest me through visions;
¹⁵ So that my soul chooseth strangling, death, rather than my bones.
¹⁶ I loathe it; I shall not live always: let me alone, for my days are a breath.
¹⁷ What is man, that thou makest much of him? and that thou settest thy heart upon him?
¹⁸ And that thou visitest him every morning, triest him every moment?
¹⁹ How long wilt thou not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
²⁰ Have I sinned, what do I unto thee, thou Observer of men? Why hast thou set me as an object of assault for thee, so that I am become a burden to myself?
²¹ And why dost not thou forgive my transgression and take away mine iniquity? for now shall I lie down in the dust, and thou shalt seek me early, and I shall not be.

Job - american standard version

Chapter 7

¹ Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?
² As a servant that earnestly desireth the shadow, And as a hireling that looketh for his wages:
³ So am I made to possess months of misery, And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
⁴ 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.
⁵ My flesh is clothed with worms and clods of dust; My skin closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
⁶ My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, And are spent without hope.
⁷ Oh remember that my life is a breath: Mine eye shall no more see good.
⁸ The eye of him that seeth me shall behold me no more; Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
⁹ As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away, So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more.
¹⁰ He shall return no more to his house, Neither shall his place know him any more.
¹¹ 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.
¹² Am I a sea, or a sea-monster, That thou settest a watch over me?
¹³ When I say, My bed shall comfort me, My couch shall ease my complaint;
¹⁴ Then thou scarest me with dreams, And terrifiest me through visions:
¹⁵ So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than [these] my bones.
¹⁶ I loathe [my life]; I would not live alway: Let me alone; for my days are vanity.
¹⁷ What is man, that thou shouldest magnify him, And that thou shouldest set thy mind upon him,
¹⁸ And that thou shouldest visit him every morning, And try him every moment?
¹⁹ How long wilt thou not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
²⁰ If I have sinned, what do I unto thee, O thou watcher of men? Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee, So that I am a burden to myself?
²¹ And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For now shall I lie down in the dust; And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.

Job - basic english

Chapter 7

¹ Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment?
² As a servant desiring the shades of evening, and a workman looking for his payment:
³ So I have for my heritage months of pain to no purpose, and nights of weariness are given to me.
⁴ When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.
⁵ My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
⁶ My days go quicker than the cloth-worker's thread, and come to an end without hope.
⁷ O, keep in mind that my life is wind: my eye will never again see good.
⁸ The eye of him who sees me will see me no longer: your eyes will be looking for me, but I will be gone.
⁹ A cloud comes to an end and is gone; so he who goes down into the underworld comes not up again.
¹⁰ He will not come back to his house, and his place will have no more knowledge of him.
¹¹ So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
¹² Am I a sea, or a sea-beast, that you put a watch over me?
¹³ When I say, In my bed I will have comfort, there I will get rest from my disease;
¹⁴ Then you send dreams to me, and visions of fear;
¹⁵ So that a hard death seems better to my soul than my pains.
¹⁶ I have no desire for life, I would not be living for ever! Keep away from me, for my days are as a breath.
¹⁷ What is man, that you have made him great, and that your attention is fixed on him,
¹⁸ And that your hand is on him every morning, and that you are testing him every minute?
¹⁹ How long will it be before your eyes are turned away from me, so that I may have a minute's breathing-space?
²⁰ If I have done wrong, what have I done to you, O keeper of men? why have you made me a mark for your blows, so that I am a weariness to myself?
²¹ And why do you not take away my sin, and let my wrongdoing be ended? for now I go down to the dust, and you will be searching for me with care, but I will be gone.