Book of Job, Chapter 7
Chapter 7 of Job
¶ And are not his days like the days of a hireling?
¶ And as a hireling that looketh for his wages:
¶ And wearisome nights are appointed to me.
¶ When shall I arise, and the night be gone?
¶ And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.
¶ My skin [b]closeth up, and breaketh out afresh.
¶ And are spent without hope.
¶ Mine eye shall no more see good.
¶ Thine eyes shall be upon me, but I shall not be.
¶ So he that goeth down to Sheol shall come up no more.
¶ Neither shall his place know him any more.
¶ I will speak in the anguish of my spirit;
¶ I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
¶ That thou settest a watch over me?
¶ My couch shall ease my complaint;
¶ And terrifiest me through visions:
¶ And death rather than these my bones.
¶ Let me alone; for my days are [e]vanity.
¶ And that thou shouldest set thy mind upon him,
¶ And try him every moment?
¶ Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?
¶ Why hast thou set me as a mark for thee,
¶ So that I am a burden to myself?
¶ For now shall I lie down in the dust;
¶ And thou wilt seek me diligently, but I shall not be.FOOTNOTES
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