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