Book of Job, Chapter 7
Chapter 7 of Job
and are not his days like the days of a hireling?
and like a hireling who looks for his wages,
and nights of misery are apportioned to me.
But the night is long,
and I am full of tossing till the dawn.
my skin hardens, then breaks out afresh.
and come to their end without hope.
my eye will never again see good.
while thy eyes are upon me, I shall be gone.
so he who goes down to Sheol does not come up;
nor does 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 guard over me?
my couch will ease my complaint,’
and terrify me with visions,
and death rather than my bones.
Let me alone, for my days are a breath.
and that thou dost set thy mind upon him,
and test him every moment?
nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle?
Why hast thou made me thy mark?
Why have I become a burden to thee?
and take away my iniquity?
For now I shall lie in the earth;
thou wilt seek me, but I shall not be.”Read Job Chapter 7 in other Bible versions: